// sun comin' up on a dream come around //
"Me? Not paying attention? That doesn't sound like me at all," Danta says haughtily, having to bite the inside of his cheek to stop his smile from running away with itself. Glancing around a second time as the fresh light illuminates hidden decorations he hadn't noticed before, the Maverick isn't shy in his interest, keen to see any part of Asta he hasn't had the chance to know before now.
Turning the knife in his hands a few times as if to feel the weight and balance of the blade, he's just replacing it when the butcher mentions his sister, prompting a scoff of amusement. "I would probably do it all wrong, given all your customs. I'd still happily bite a chunk out of her for you, though." He winks, making room for Asta to join him, tail flicking contently at his heels to feel the warmth of the other man's touch at his back.
"Hm...?" Tilting his head at the knife Asta offers out, the Maverick's eyes glimmer with unhidden awe at the intricate details carved painstakingly into bone and metal, and he lets out a low whistle. "Gods, this must have taken you days," he murmurs, pressing the pad of one fingertip against the blade, where blood immediately wells to the surface. "And of course you kept them razor sharp. I ought to have known that already," he says apologetically.
Turning the knife in his hands a few times as if to feel the weight and balance of the blade, he's just replacing it when the butcher mentions his sister, prompting a scoff of amusement. "I would probably do it all wrong, given all your customs. I'd still happily bite a chunk out of her for you, though." He winks, making room for Asta to join him, tail flicking contently at his heels to feel the warmth of the other man's touch at his back.
"Hm...?" Tilting his head at the knife Asta offers out, the Maverick's eyes glimmer with unhidden awe at the intricate details carved painstakingly into bone and metal, and he lets out a low whistle. "Gods, this must have taken you days," he murmurs, pressing the pad of one fingertip against the blade, where blood immediately wells to the surface. "And of course you kept them razor sharp. I ought to have known that already," he says apologetically.
Dantalion
// one hundred years from the empire now //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
