// divide me down to the smallest I can be //
"Good." Letting his smile fade, he nonetheless feels a flush of warmth in his chest as Asta nudges against his shoulder, the Maverick resisting the urge to simply grab hold of the other man and nap right here in the dewy morning grass, and to hell with nightmares and the cold. Conjuring a fanged grin of his own as if to match the butcher in his mask for the day, Danta steps up to the bench and rolls his shoulders. "Then we'll make this quick," he confirms with a nod. "I'll try to get you a good selection. You can just gather them up, you don't need to touch me."
Probably a good idea not to in fact; Asta likely isn't aware of it yet, but as a corvid Danta isn't entirely appreciative of people pulling out his feathers when they aren't ready. Sighing out a breath, he tips the other man a quick wink. "Remember it's me, yeah?" he murmurs, before plopping to sit down on the log and then exchanging fair hair and pale skin for the black feathers of a gore crow.
Fluffing himself out considerably at the cold once he's fully shifted, Danta hops a bit so he isn't facing Asta, especially since their encounter with the crows in the Climb, and starts to preen through his feathers.
Probably a good idea not to in fact; Asta likely isn't aware of it yet, but as a corvid Danta isn't entirely appreciative of people pulling out his feathers when they aren't ready. Sighing out a breath, he tips the other man a quick wink. "Remember it's me, yeah?" he murmurs, before plopping to sit down on the log and then exchanging fair hair and pale skin for the black feathers of a gore crow.
Fluffing himself out considerably at the cold once he's fully shifted, Danta hops a bit so he isn't facing Asta, especially since their encounter with the crows in the Climb, and starts to preen through his feathers.
Dantalion
// put your, put your v-v-venom in me //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
