open hand or closed fist would be fine
"Mm, you're right - especially now that it's only a portal away from the Grounds, or a little skip in a skyship from Torchline." Danta thinks they can both agree that those two regions are where they spend the majority of their time, even if there's something familiar and feral about The Climb that always means he can't stay away for too long.
"Well, if it is too long for you," he says of the distance between their bonfire and their bed, "I suppose I can be persuaded to help warm you up, however that might look." The smile he aims up at Asta is full of feline mischief, and he's about to tuck himself obnoxiously closer against his side when he feels the butcher's hesitation, Danta slowing his steps somewhat.
Tail flicking lazily at his heels, he tilts his head into the heat and the muggy sunshine overhead, as if trying to sense what the other man might mean. "...Maybe?" he says. "Or maybe the deer in you is just feeling extra prancy. Don't let me stop you if you want to go ahead." He always finds quiet amusement in tracking Asta's fluffy butt as he trots ahead.
"Well, if it is too long for you," he says of the distance between their bonfire and their bed, "I suppose I can be persuaded to help warm you up, however that might look." The smile he aims up at Asta is full of feline mischief, and he's about to tuck himself obnoxiously closer against his side when he feels the butcher's hesitation, Danta slowing his steps somewhat.
Tail flicking lazily at his heels, he tilts his head into the heat and the muggy sunshine overhead, as if trying to sense what the other man might mean. "...Maybe?" he says. "Or maybe the deer in you is just feeling extra prancy. Don't let me stop you if you want to go ahead." He always finds quiet amusement in tracking Asta's fluffy butt as he trots ahead.
Dantalion
the blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
