...hello, christ? I'm 'bout to sin again
It was rude, and though Danta can practically see the smirk on the barman's face, he doesn't bother to go after him about it - not when he can keep shooting the shit with Flora. "These staff are getting sassier, I swear," he mutters, turning back to her. At her sass, though, he reaches out to unceremoniously push her empty glass off the edge of the bar. It lands with a brilliant, tinkling shatter, and someone is already coming to clean it up, making it evident that this is not an unusual occurrence by any means.
"I hope one day you fall for a nymphomaniac, and you try to crawl out of the bedroom but they drag you back in," he snipes. "You'll die of dehydration and heat exhaustion. Granted," he adds with a thoughtful pause, "you'll probably die happy, but still."
Huffing out a long sigh and making her a fresh drink, as she explains about Jack, Danta is able to coax his chaos back to a more manageable level. "That's shit. Baking and sex while you're baking is the best," he says emphatically. "It won't always hurt though, or so they say. Until then, though, no bedroom chef roleplay for us, huh?" He tries to tempt her with a smile. "Shame. I've always wanted to smack your ass with a spatula."
Setting her drink down, his nose wrinkles as conversation spins towards Asta's Haunt. "Yeah, it... I was an idiot. I tried to front it out, see the worst of it all at once. It backfired," he explains, letting out a long, slow sigh and angling himself subtly away from the door to the Backrooms. "Doesn't change that it's damn impressive though, huh?" He says, pulling the mask back into place as best he can.
Much more easily done when he makes his confirmation about the rage room, and the Maverick tips her a wink. "Then I look forward to seeing you there."
"I hope one day you fall for a nymphomaniac, and you try to crawl out of the bedroom but they drag you back in," he snipes. "You'll die of dehydration and heat exhaustion. Granted," he adds with a thoughtful pause, "you'll probably die happy, but still."
Huffing out a long sigh and making her a fresh drink, as she explains about Jack, Danta is able to coax his chaos back to a more manageable level. "That's shit. Baking and sex while you're baking is the best," he says emphatically. "It won't always hurt though, or so they say. Until then, though, no bedroom chef roleplay for us, huh?" He tries to tempt her with a smile. "Shame. I've always wanted to smack your ass with a spatula."
Setting her drink down, his nose wrinkles as conversation spins towards Asta's Haunt. "Yeah, it... I was an idiot. I tried to front it out, see the worst of it all at once. It backfired," he explains, letting out a long, slow sigh and angling himself subtly away from the door to the Backrooms. "Doesn't change that it's damn impressive though, huh?" He says, pulling the mask back into place as best he can.
Much more easily done when he makes his confirmation about the rage room, and the Maverick tips her a wink. "Then I look forward to seeing you there."
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.
