// too many war wounds and not enough wars //
"Go fuck yourself." Danta laughs, smacking Asta lightly in the chest for good measure. "I meant more about the environment, you jackass. I doubt the next time we get a chance to take a tumble like that, we'll be quite as liquored up beforehand. Not to mention the setting, the volume, the company." He raises his eyebrows pointedly on that last note, because they're both well aware of the unexpected run-in with a pale Ancient that might have already been putting Asta on edge.
The sudden remark - disgusting - has Danta furrowing his brow and peeking into the pina colada as if to check it hasn't accidentally grown lemons, before he realises the butcher is referring to something completely different. Laughing quietly and leaning back into the crook of his arm, it's through content and maybe slightly sleepy eyes that he watches the rest of the party buzz around them.
"Mm, maybe we ought to get up and mingle," he laments, saying it as if it's a threat, a wolfish smile creeping across his face. "That'll keep us awake."
The sudden remark - disgusting - has Danta furrowing his brow and peeking into the pina colada as if to check it hasn't accidentally grown lemons, before he realises the butcher is referring to something completely different. Laughing quietly and leaning back into the crook of his arm, it's through content and maybe slightly sleepy eyes that he watches the rest of the party buzz around them.
"Mm, maybe we ought to get up and mingle," he laments, saying it as if it's a threat, a wolfish smile creeping across his face. "That'll keep us awake."
Dantalion
// too few rounds in the ring and not enough settled scores //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
