all you have is your fire, and the place you need to reach
"Ah, there goes my idea to introduce serial killer cosplay into the bedroom," Danta says with a dramatic sigh, as if they don't both meet that definition to some extent anyway. Regardless, axe or no axe, they can get plenty of chopping (and jokes about wood, and trunks, and hard things) out of the way while they're out here, and soon enough between them they've reduced the tree down to a pile of firewood and Danta is crunching through the snow to start stacking up the sled.
"Yours are so much neater than mine," he says with a scoff; it's very clear that Asta used to collect firewood as if his life depended on it, where Danta is clearly out here for shits and giggles. And to keep the butcher from falling asleep and becoming a statue in the woods for the rest of Deepfrost.
"I'll start on this one over here," he announces once they've finished the current stack of logs; the trees are relatively immature, making them easy to fell, but it does mean they'll need to work a little longer to get enough firewood. "Are we going to ride the sled back, I wonder?"
"Yours are so much neater than mine," he says with a scoff; it's very clear that Asta used to collect firewood as if his life depended on it, where Danta is clearly out here for shits and giggles. And to keep the butcher from falling asleep and becoming a statue in the woods for the rest of Deepfrost.
"I'll start on this one over here," he announces once they've finished the current stack of logs; the trees are relatively immature, making them easy to fell, but it does mean they'll need to work a little longer to get enough firewood. "Are we going to ride the sled back, I wonder?"
Dantalion
don't you ever tame your demons, but always keep 'em on a leash
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
