// I thought of angels choking on their halos //
"I have been told it is in my best interests to keep busy," Danta says with a winning smile, as if that's all the justification needed for their actions leading up to now. Patting the seat for her to sit down and taking a sip of his own margarita, he offers the drink down to Asta since he's very gallantly given his own away to Flora.
"Oh, this old thing?" he crows as she makes a note of the silk robe he's stolen, smoothing it down. "It was the only thing I could grab that went with the towel." Gesturing to his hair wrap, it's only at that moment that he seems to remember that it's there, reaching up to tug it off and shake out his damp curls.
By that time, of course, Flora has rolled to her feet to make a beeline for her bedroom, prompting Danta to glance incredulously to Asta, as if to ask why she is allowed in the forbidden space. By the time the Doubletake returns, however, his ruffled feathers have been smoothed down somewhat, and he's absently stealing a cucumber slice from one of the butcher's horns to munch on.
"Having seen every part of you there is to see tonight, I didn't see a single wrinkle," he protests, before plopping down to sit cross-legged in front of her chair, trusting Asta more with the facemask element of all of this. Instead, he reaches out to grab for her ankle, as if to pull her foot into his lap and his waiting hands. "Give," he demands. "Heels are a bitch."
"Oh, this old thing?" he crows as she makes a note of the silk robe he's stolen, smoothing it down. "It was the only thing I could grab that went with the towel." Gesturing to his hair wrap, it's only at that moment that he seems to remember that it's there, reaching up to tug it off and shake out his damp curls.
By that time, of course, Flora has rolled to her feet to make a beeline for her bedroom, prompting Danta to glance incredulously to Asta, as if to ask why she is allowed in the forbidden space. By the time the Doubletake returns, however, his ruffled feathers have been smoothed down somewhat, and he's absently stealing a cucumber slice from one of the butcher's horns to munch on.
"Having seen every part of you there is to see tonight, I didn't see a single wrinkle," he protests, before plopping down to sit cross-legged in front of her chair, trusting Asta more with the facemask element of all of this. Instead, he reaches out to grab for her ankle, as if to pull her foot into his lap and his waiting hands. "Give," he demands. "Heels are a bitch."
Dantalion
// get them drunk on rose water //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
