...hello, christ? I'm 'bout to sin again
"Our respective drama queens are in good company then, it seems," Danta says with a broad grin that bares his fangs, and he lifts his glass to gently clink it against Flora's. He's withdrawn his hand to take a drink just in time for her theatrics - see previous remark about drama queens, evidently - the Maverick chiming out a laugh and tilting his head as if trying to spy Flora through her halo of curls.
Her acceptance is like music to his ears, Danta jostling her affectionately as if trying to persuade her to rise from the dead against his counter. "I will make sure to arrange something for us the second I can trust Asta not to be more of a manic than usual," he says, because while they're both a big fan of the butcher's usual brand of chaos, this is pushing the envelope even for Danta.
Tutting and rolling his eyes at her arguments against his wildly entertaining suggestion, he props an elbow on the bar and cradles his chin in his palm. "Fake it 'til you make it, duh," he says confidently. "If anyone could, it's you. And you had that job when you were also in charge of The Hanged Man, as well as other things," he points out, referring of course to their delightful guild.
It might make sense, not tempting fate with a cannibal, but Danta is still impatient for when they can all really let loose, and he sighs softly and straightens up just as Flora speaks again. "Mm, no he hasn't," he agrees, brow furrowing with curiosity. "I can't say whether it's a permanent change. It's hard for us anyway, because it's not like that need is ever really gone." Bloodlust being what it is, he means. "I think maybe we'll know more in Deepfrost, if he just... goes back to how he was before. Either way, I look forward to having you as a fellow researcher in this." He winks.
Her acceptance is like music to his ears, Danta jostling her affectionately as if trying to persuade her to rise from the dead against his counter. "I will make sure to arrange something for us the second I can trust Asta not to be more of a manic than usual," he says, because while they're both a big fan of the butcher's usual brand of chaos, this is pushing the envelope even for Danta.
Tutting and rolling his eyes at her arguments against his wildly entertaining suggestion, he props an elbow on the bar and cradles his chin in his palm. "Fake it 'til you make it, duh," he says confidently. "If anyone could, it's you. And you had that job when you were also in charge of The Hanged Man, as well as other things," he points out, referring of course to their delightful guild.
It might make sense, not tempting fate with a cannibal, but Danta is still impatient for when they can all really let loose, and he sighs softly and straightens up just as Flora speaks again. "Mm, no he hasn't," he agrees, brow furrowing with curiosity. "I can't say whether it's a permanent change. It's hard for us anyway, because it's not like that need is ever really gone." Bloodlust being what it is, he means. "I think maybe we'll know more in Deepfrost, if he just... goes back to how he was before. Either way, I look forward to having you as a fellow researcher in this." He winks.
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.
