[SE] love you 'til I rust

// you knew who I was //

"Maybe," Danta concedes with a frown at the rain and the muddy chaos it has caused. He doesn't say but I doubt it, though the evidence is all there in his expression; they'd have likely laughed off any thought of going outside upon first seeing the rain, only realising far too late about the resulting mudslides. "Want me to tie it back for you?" he asks with a soft smile and a nod at the butcher's soaking hair, holding up a hand to reveal a spare tie on his wrist.

While Asta decides as much, they hurry over to the road in question, where citizens are already using shovels and buckets and barrows to try and clear away the mud and redirect the streams of rainwater. "At this point we might as well just accept that we're going to get home in need of a bath and a change of clothes," he calls over his shoulder to Asta with a smirk.

Stopping to ask one of the citizens where the cart is stuck, he follows their directions further down the road where - and he can just about make it out - the roof of the cart can be made out, at a strange and jaunty angle due to being completely stuck in the muck. "Alright, let's help dig 'em out first," he says, wiping rain out of his face before continuing onward to help.

Dantalion

// with every step that I ran to you //