// too many war wounds and not enough wars //
"So am I. Haven't seen you like that for a long time," Danta admits, shifting enough so he can lean into the booth and against Asta as well, turning towards the butcher to hook one leg across his lap, making it easier for them to sit and gossip. Reaching for his drink again, he takes a slow sip as he peers up at the other man, feeling a devilish smile tug at the corners of his lips. "Oh? I'm glad to hear it. I was worried that little moment at the end there might have put you off."
Glancing back across at the woman of the hour as she finishes making her drink and then sidles across the bar to engage with whatever new shenanigans are afoot when it comes to whoever is taking body shots and making out, Danta tilts his head, curious. "I think if anyone can, it's Flora," he says with a laugh. "But then again I don't know if she's ever been trapped between two sleeping Ancients."
Glancing back across at the woman of the hour as she finishes making her drink and then sidles across the bar to engage with whatever new shenanigans are afoot when it comes to whoever is taking body shots and making out, Danta tilts his head, curious. "I think if anyone can, it's Flora," he says with a laugh. "But then again I don't know if she's ever been trapped between two sleeping Ancients."
Dantalion
// too few rounds in the ring and not enough settled scores //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
