open hand or closed fist would be fine
"That's my favourite part too," Danta purrs, flashing his fangs across at Asta. "Mainly because by then it's far too late for them to backtrack. Ah, I suppose I'll have to wait until Flowerbirth until you're awake enough for those sorts of shenanigans again." Not that he's complaining about the wait, not when he gets to see the butcher like this, and they're having such a good time without the rampant violence. (For now).
Watching with an avian tilt of his head as Asta makes the forks disappear up his sleeve, Danta can't stop the smile that curls at his lips, and he goes ahead to spear a bit of short rib on his (correct) fork. It falls easily away from the bone, and he wastes no time in tasting it, humming a note of near bliss as it touches his lips. Salad forks are the last thing on his mind as he nudges his plate at Asta in an almost demand that he try it; meanwhile, Danta takes up the fish fork to try and jab at one of the scallops.
Watching with an avian tilt of his head as Asta makes the forks disappear up his sleeve, Danta can't stop the smile that curls at his lips, and he goes ahead to spear a bit of short rib on his (correct) fork. It falls easily away from the bone, and he wastes no time in tasting it, humming a note of near bliss as it touches his lips. Salad forks are the last thing on his mind as he nudges his plate at Asta in an almost demand that he try it; meanwhile, Danta takes up the fish fork to try and jab at one of the scallops.
Dantalion
the blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
