[SE] good time not a long time

kick back a little just to watch and see

"You've gotta promise to behave yourself if we're gonna be helping people out here, y'know that?" Never in Danta's life did he think he'd have to be saying such a thing to Astaroth of all people, the king of composure himself, and nor did he ever expect to be the voice of reason under any circumstance. He doesn't like it, he isn't enjoying himself, and yet there's still no place he'd rather fucking be. Explain that one, emotions.

The morning is breezy and cool, the Maverick having donned his coat once again with the turn of the season, and his arm is linked casually (not) with Asta's as they head into Jack Tar Landing. With the Family's departure it's been an exercise in vigilance against the void, repair work for any damaged caused by the purple-hued creatures, and general maintenance as a sense of cautious normality begins to settle over the area.

"We're meeting someone at the dock to help unload some supplies," he continues - or so said the letter he'd found on his desk, presumably left there by Kiada. "and then we'll be repairing one part of the pier. Apparently some void-fucked delphinids caused some problems just before the Family disappeared."

Dantalion

getting sicker by the minute with debauchery