...hello, christ? I'm 'bout to sin again
"Flora, you look like all the mistakes I'm dying to make tonight. Don't you know how unfair that is this season?" She isn't left waiting long, though rather than emerging from the Backrooms (a place he only really goes when necessary these days), Danta appears from the side door to the kitchens. He's dusted with flour and there's a streak of jam on one of his cheeks, and he looks - as usual, to be honest - mighty pleased with himself.
"I hope you haven't been left without company for too long," he purrs, wiping his hands off on the apron tied about his waist and sidling behind the bar so he can make her (and himself) something more substantial than a cherry shot. Mixing together two margaritas dusted with chili powder rather than salt, he slides Flora's glass towards her and raises his own in a toast.
"To what do we owe the delight of your company?" he inquires. "You're lucky, by the way. I've forced our security out on an errand, so we can both have a break."
"I hope you haven't been left without company for too long," he purrs, wiping his hands off on the apron tied about his waist and sidling behind the bar so he can make her (and himself) something more substantial than a cherry shot. Mixing together two margaritas dusted with chili powder rather than salt, he slides Flora's glass towards her and raises his own in a toast.
"To what do we owe the delight of your company?" he inquires. "You're lucky, by the way. I've forced our security out on an errand, so we can both have a break."
Dantalion
i said i love you to that man but i'm not feelin' him
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
