walk past a devil child

// too many war wounds and not enough wars //

"You want me to show you how I dance when I'm at a place like this?" Danta says with a raise of his eyebrows and a mischievous smile. "Asta, I'm not sure you know what you're letting yourself in for." Just in case, though, he downs the rest of his cocktail - and beckons a server to deliver them two more shots, the Maverick offering one to his lover and encouraging him to shoot it back. All the better to keep that lowered inhibition and that light and airy feeling in their limbs, no?

Then, rising to his feet and tugging Asta along with him, he leads them into the crush of people where, somewhere, he's sure Flora and a few of the gang at the bar are also deciding on a little cardio to keep the blood pumping. There's no blood in the air, at least - just the smell of sweat and sugar rims, the heat of a dancing crowd and the pulse of dozens of heartbeats.

And Asta will be able to guess exactly what sort of dancing (if it can be called as such) this is from the movements of the people around them, long before Danta grinds up against him and tugs him further into the fray.

Dantalion

// too few rounds in the ring and not enough settled scores //