open hand or closed fist would be fine
Danta plops into his seat, more or less, still as wide eyed at the decor and the ambience as he is at the quality of the silverware and the fabric of the tablecloth; only when Asta speaks does he blink himself back into the room properly. "Hm? Oh, damn," he mumbles, scooting his chair in so he can admire the view out of the window properly as well. "It is something, isn't it?" Smiling across at the butcher, his eyes soon flick down to the menu as well.
"I think so," he agrees, squinting at some of the terminology used and tilting his head as he tries to mentally sound it out. For a man who taught himself to read, this is well above his pay grade, but he's luckily as breezy about it as he is most other things in his life. "What looks good to you?" he asks. "I trust you'll also know what wine will pair best with each dish, so maybe we can order a few of them and share?"
"I think so," he agrees, squinting at some of the terminology used and tilting his head as he tries to mentally sound it out. For a man who taught himself to read, this is well above his pay grade, but he's luckily as breezy about it as he is most other things in his life. "What looks good to you?" he asks. "I trust you'll also know what wine will pair best with each dish, so maybe we can order a few of them and share?"
Dantalion
the blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
