in space the stars are no nearer; just glitters, like a morgue
"Of course I do. At least enough for us to share, if not more." Smiling sunnily up at the butcher and, yes, waiting expectantly for them to disentangle their limbs enough so he can grab hold of Asta's hand, Danta draws himself to his feet and stretches his arms above his head, back cracking delightfully. It allows the other man to effortlessly hook his arm around the Maverick's waist, leaving him to fall in step to go and rummage around in their bags.
Procuring two cigarettes with a flourish, it's without a need for matches that he also pads across to the window, his smile growing softer as the lights dim within the room, allowing him to see better outside. "Hm?" Turning as if surprised by Asta's question, tail flicking at his heels, Danta considers it only for a second before he draws up his glamour with a little shiver, gesturing for Asta to get comfortable first.
"You may," he purrs, leaning in to kiss his cheek as if to hide the fact that the butcher has just offered something quite sweet for them both.
Procuring two cigarettes with a flourish, it's without a need for matches that he also pads across to the window, his smile growing softer as the lights dim within the room, allowing him to see better outside. "Hm?" Turning as if surprised by Asta's question, tail flicking at his heels, Danta considers it only for a second before he draws up his glamour with a little shiver, gesturing for Asta to get comfortable first.
"You may," he purrs, leaning in to kiss his cheek as if to hide the fact that the butcher has just offered something quite sweet for them both.
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
