open hand or closed fist would be fine
"Why not? When in the Climb--" Cut off by Asta's kiss and far from upset about it, Danta has to school himself not to let his hands wander too much lest they end up tilting in the direction of Frey's Breath and the necessary lack of clothes that comes along with the hotspring. Instead, sighing wistfully to watch the butcher step back, he settles to wait for the feirw to make its appearance when, out of the corner of his eye, he sees it.
A brightly painted egg nestled among the rockery, like someone has placed it there on purpose. "Huh," he mutters, turning to crouch and examine it, entirely unaware of the gargantuan shifting taking place behind him. "A hot air balloon," he murmurs, picking it up and turning it over in his hands. "Heh. Hey, look at th-- whoa."
Straightening up - only to instinctively duck again straight away at the sight of the dragon - Danta feels fire instinctively flare at his fingertips, tail lashing as he squares up to the creature (which would be a terrible idea if it were actually a dragon). Luckily, with Asta nowhere to be seen and the enormous reptile looking shooketh, it doesn't take too long for Danta to put two and two together.
"Asta...?" He cranes his head up (and up) to look at the butcher with wide blue eyes, pocketing the egg even as a delighted smile spreads across his face. "Asta, you're a dragon!? Since when?"
Danta has collected the painted egg!
A brightly painted egg nestled among the rockery, like someone has placed it there on purpose. "Huh," he mutters, turning to crouch and examine it, entirely unaware of the gargantuan shifting taking place behind him. "A hot air balloon," he murmurs, picking it up and turning it over in his hands. "Heh. Hey, look at th-- whoa."
Straightening up - only to instinctively duck again straight away at the sight of the dragon - Danta feels fire instinctively flare at his fingertips, tail lashing as he squares up to the creature (which would be a terrible idea if it were actually a dragon). Luckily, with Asta nowhere to be seen and the enormous reptile looking shooketh, it doesn't take too long for Danta to put two and two together.
"Asta...?" He cranes his head up (and up) to look at the butcher with wide blue eyes, pocketing the egg even as a delighted smile spreads across his face. "Asta, you're a dragon!? Since when?"
Danta has collected the painted egg!
Dantalion
the blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
