in space the stars are no nearer; just glitters, like a morgue
"Oh? In that case I'll let the baker know his ingredient proportions need to be adjusted from here on," Danta says with a soft laugh, reaching out to snag a bit of the brandy cake for himself - if Asta glances to the tray, he'll spot all three slices that he's been taste testing, and he can also feel free to devour them whenever he likes. "Mm, I bet," he agrees; a lot to manage is quite a tactful way of putting it, Danta thinks.
Finishing his bite of cake, he settles further in the other man's lap, offering him a smile that borders on apologetic. "Sorry for adding more to your plate with my own shit," he says, brushing a thumb across the scruff of his jaw. "But yes, you're right. Next year we'll spend the start of Leafchange somewhere remote out in the wilds. Hak Etme, maybe. Get your head on straight before forcing you to be around people."
Grinning, Danta leans in to brush his nose against the butcher's. "Maybe we could start a fight club here too," he suggests with a glint of wicked amusement in his eyes.
Finishing his bite of cake, he settles further in the other man's lap, offering him a smile that borders on apologetic. "Sorry for adding more to your plate with my own shit," he says, brushing a thumb across the scruff of his jaw. "But yes, you're right. Next year we'll spend the start of Leafchange somewhere remote out in the wilds. Hak Etme, maybe. Get your head on straight before forcing you to be around people."
Grinning, Danta leans in to brush his nose against the butcher's. "Maybe we could start a fight club here too," he suggests with a glint of wicked amusement in his eyes.
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
