// I thought of angels choking on their halos //
Humming a note of gratitude and accepting the margarita to take a sip from it, Danta soon returns his attention to Flora's poor abused feet, setting one down before getting to work on the other. Just in time to enjoy some affectionate touches to his shoulders, as it happens, and for the Doubletake to regale them with the thoroughly messy details of her last night at The Hanged Man.
Snorting and glancing back at Asta, it all sounds sloppy as fuck which, had it not been for their own escapades earlier in the evening, he'd have been all over. "You know it's one helluva party when it sounds more like an average night at the Dusklight," he remarks, turning his head to press a brief kiss to Asta's wrist before turning back to Flora.
"Maea, though? A drinking contest? You'll forgive me but I really will have to believe that when I see it." Scoffing, he returns to the indulgent press of his fingers into the arch of Flora's foot. "Much as I enjoy you giving me a shoulder rub while I do this," he quips to the butcher with a grin, "I can't help but notice no one is giving you a massage."
Snorting and glancing back at Asta, it all sounds sloppy as fuck which, had it not been for their own escapades earlier in the evening, he'd have been all over. "You know it's one helluva party when it sounds more like an average night at the Dusklight," he remarks, turning his head to press a brief kiss to Asta's wrist before turning back to Flora.
"Maea, though? A drinking contest? You'll forgive me but I really will have to believe that when I see it." Scoffing, he returns to the indulgent press of his fingers into the arch of Flora's foot. "Much as I enjoy you giving me a shoulder rub while I do this," he quips to the butcher with a grin, "I can't help but notice no one is giving you a massage."
Dantalion
// get them drunk on rose water //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
