in space the stars are no nearer; just glitters, like a morgue
"Mmm, but is that because of the view or the fact that we're literally staying in what I'm sure used to be someone's captain's cabin?" Danta wants to know with a sly smile. Probably a mix of the two if he had to guess, taking another long drag from his cigarette and flicking the ash into a clever little tray he pulls out from a compartment in the windowsill. Humming his approval at it, he settles back and closes his eyes for a moment to hear Asta's voice rumble through him.
"I don't know," he says honestly, considering it even as he speaks. "I did start out in Torchline, so something obviously made me prefer here. I think maybe I'd take Torchline for granted if I was there permanently." Shrugging and blinking over his shoulder to the other man, he tilts his head. "Why? Flora that good you thinking of moving?" he teases. "Or is Thal trying to persuade you to join her crew?"
"I don't know," he says honestly, considering it even as he speaks. "I did start out in Torchline, so something obviously made me prefer here. I think maybe I'd take Torchline for granted if I was there permanently." Shrugging and blinking over his shoulder to the other man, he tilts his head. "Why? Flora that good you thinking of moving?" he teases. "Or is Thal trying to persuade you to join her crew?"
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
