// I wish I had a reason //
Smiling softly to himself to feel long fingers trail against his skin, Danta also casts his gaze out into the streets, watching a couple of young men hurry by, followed by a woman wheeling a hand-cart filled with covered loaves of bread. He keeps his ears sharp for gossip about what had transpired at the pool party after they left - so far, all he can gather is that no one died, and that's... well, that's absolutely not a bad thing to start.
Snagging absently at Asta's hand so he can press a casual kiss to his fingertips, Danta straightens up as their drinks arrive in due course, sliding the mojito across to the butcher and fishing the cherry from his own cocktail to offer it to him as well. He's surprised, though, to see him peering down at him with such surprise, the Maverick offering a crooked, fanged smirk.
"Your fight is my fight," he says simply. "So if you decide it does have to be you to find something to cure her, then of course I'll help." He winks. "Besides, if I let you go off and do it alone, Dygra knows what state you'll come back in." A playful jab, but neither of them can deny that Asta has form for coming home in pieces.
Snagging absently at Asta's hand so he can press a casual kiss to his fingertips, Danta straightens up as their drinks arrive in due course, sliding the mojito across to the butcher and fishing the cherry from his own cocktail to offer it to him as well. He's surprised, though, to see him peering down at him with such surprise, the Maverick offering a crooked, fanged smirk.
"Your fight is my fight," he says simply. "So if you decide it does have to be you to find something to cure her, then of course I'll help." He winks. "Besides, if I let you go off and do it alone, Dygra knows what state you'll come back in." A playful jab, but neither of them can deny that Asta has form for coming home in pieces.
Dantalion
// my flaws are open season //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
