...hello, christ? I'm 'bout to sin again
"I'm glad to hear that I am worth the emotional damage. If it makes you feel any better, being more or less off the table right now is killing me too," Danta tells her with a salacious smile, reaching back once he's had his initial fill of the margarita to untie his apron, ball it up and toss it in a corner somewhere. (The jam remains unnoticed, alas). "And I don't just mean because I can't put my mouth and hands all over you, though that's honestly a sin. I think Asta nearly broke one of my hips a few days ago," And this coming from a man built for those sorts of acrobatics.
Leaning his elbows back on the counter, his grin tilts towards something affectionate as he explains. "Thumbprint cookies. I'll show you how to make them one day if you want? They're very simple." If they weren't, he'd never have had the patience or skill to make them again by himself.
"Did you? Did he?" All but mumbling the exclamations around another sip of his margarita, Danta of course gives all the delighted reactions expected from such fresh tea. "What a cad. I'm proud of you both, honestly - and a bit jealous I couldn't be there to join in." But then oho, he's invited, and the spark of chaos in his eyes flickers ever darker at the mere thought of the rage room and all that might happen behind its closed doors.
"And I always have a good time between the pair of you," he agrees with a slow, mournful sigh, his eyeline having dropped right down her cleavage. Indeed, it's not certain if the pair her refers to is Asta and Flora, or just the Doubletake's glorious breasts.
Leaning his elbows back on the counter, his grin tilts towards something affectionate as he explains. "Thumbprint cookies. I'll show you how to make them one day if you want? They're very simple." If they weren't, he'd never have had the patience or skill to make them again by himself.
"Did you? Did he?" All but mumbling the exclamations around another sip of his margarita, Danta of course gives all the delighted reactions expected from such fresh tea. "What a cad. I'm proud of you both, honestly - and a bit jealous I couldn't be there to join in." But then oho, he's invited, and the spark of chaos in his eyes flickers ever darker at the mere thought of the rage room and all that might happen behind its closed doors.
"And I always have a good time between the pair of you," he agrees with a slow, mournful sigh, his eyeline having dropped right down her cleavage. Indeed, it's not certain if the pair her refers to is Asta and Flora, or just the Doubletake's glorious breasts.
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.
