[SE] black shades, white gloves

I wanna run against the world that's turning

Laughing at that, Danta is clearly delighted by this sudden turn of events, settling further into Asta's lap and pressing indulgent fingers through his hair against his scalp. "A must, you say?" he repeats with a playful lash of his tail, the Maverick considering for a moment before inclining his head yes. "Alright, we can play," he concedes, one hand smoothing down the nape of the butcher's neck.

He ought to have expected that he would go first, his back arching in response to the clever fingers stroking whorls and swirls and other designs against his flesh. "Fine." he purrs, brushing his nose across his lover's and offering him a dark little grin. "Truth or dare, Asta?"

Dantalion

I'd move so fast that I'd outpace the dawn, I wanna be gone