// too many war wounds and not enough wars //
"Mm, that's true. And you did a wonderful job," Danta concedes, reaching back out for his cocktail to take a slow sip of it, casting a sly side glance back at Asta for good measure. "Mmhm," he drawls, as if sensing the snark and the bratty attitude and not rising to it if only because it proves that the butcher truly is back to his usual self. (For better or fucking worse, as it happens).
Setting his drink down and offering the pina colada out for Asta to finish, he's also of a mind to sink into the background noise and the liquor coating his bones enough to nap, only for the suggestion of dancing to have him almost instantly perking up. "Uh," he says eloquently, tilting his head towards the throng of writhing bodies.
"It's not the sort of dancing I think you're thinking of," he warns. "You'd enjoy yourself more just sitting here."
Setting his drink down and offering the pina colada out for Asta to finish, he's also of a mind to sink into the background noise and the liquor coating his bones enough to nap, only for the suggestion of dancing to have him almost instantly perking up. "Uh," he says eloquently, tilting his head towards the throng of writhing bodies.
"It's not the sort of dancing I think you're thinking of," he warns. "You'd enjoy yourself more just sitting here."
Dantalion
// too few rounds in the ring and not enough settled scores //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
