[SE] love you 'til I rust

// you knew who I was //

"I still do. Especially if I'm gagged." Danta grins to himself, dusting off his hands as the mud dries out, flexing his fingers now that there's more feeling in them as well. While he puddle jumps he can all but hear the butcher prowling across the cobbles behind him, uncaring of the streams of water or the continuing downpour, and while he doesn't say it, he completely agrees with Asta's sentiment when he holds the door open to the Dusklight.

Muttering his thanks and ducking inside into the wall of heat, it's simultaneously a relief and also even more uncomfortable, his drenched clothes feeling searingly cold and heavy as they wend their way across the main floor. Asta snarks at the bartender and, in comparison, Danta offers a lazy salute, ducking through the side door that will take them up to their rooms.

"Gods, you don't have to remind me," he grumbles, glancing over his shoulder towards his whining shadow as they plod upstairs. "Hopefully the shower is even a fraction as good as the hot tub was." It can't be worse than what they just walked through, surely.

Danta has to pause outside their room for once to unlace and tug off his muddy boots, setting them outside before he unlocks the door, still dripping and muddy and thoroughly fed up about it. As he walks in he's already setting the fire roaring in the hearth, clumsily unbuttoning his coat and unlooping his sodden scarf from around his neck. "If I didn't like some of these clothes so much I'd just burn them," he says with a wrinkle of his nose, hanging his coat up and starting to peel off his shirt.

Dantalion

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