in space the stars are no nearer; just glitters, like a morgue
"Good. Just as long as we're clear; I wouldn't want any unwanted surprises later." Grinning back at Asta and taking another bite of his bread (but now it's just in case the other man wants to steal it), Danta is also quite content to stand at the little table where he'd set down the basket to enjoy their wine and their dinner. At their backs, the world outside has darkened to something plum and shaded as night falls, setting the room aglow with flickering candlelight.
"Mm, a good idea," he agrees, resisting the urge to pat the butcher on the ass as he goes, instead cutting a few more slices of bread and then carrying the basket down to a plush rug in the middle of the room. "I will kindly do whatever you like," he trills in reply, snagging said bowls and moving back to Asta's side so he might fill them with hot soup. It isn't red (a shame for their ongoing joke, he knows), and from the smell he'd guess that it's some kind of chicken and noodle broth; either way, it smells great.
"Come on, lets sit," he invites once their bowls are full, Danta carrying them over to plop down on the rug, having snagged their wine as well.
"Mm, a good idea," he agrees, resisting the urge to pat the butcher on the ass as he goes, instead cutting a few more slices of bread and then carrying the basket down to a plush rug in the middle of the room. "I will kindly do whatever you like," he trills in reply, snagging said bowls and moving back to Asta's side so he might fill them with hot soup. It isn't red (a shame for their ongoing joke, he knows), and from the smell he'd guess that it's some kind of chicken and noodle broth; either way, it smells great.
"Come on, lets sit," he invites once their bowls are full, Danta carrying them over to plop down on the rug, having snagged their wine as well.
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
