// you knew who I was //
Oh, Danta clocks the shadow peeping over his shoulder for all the tells the butcher doesn't give in his expression, and he makes no attempt to conceal his amusement about it as he reaches absently for another trinket to thread into his hair. "Mm? So I have," he plucks at the silk robe absently, the gesture causing it to inevitably slip a little further. Only once he's finished - by which time Asta's hands are occupied by his teacup, he notes - does he glance back up to the butcher and the way his veil of shadows are trying to swat at his robe.
"Yours seem to be quite a handful," he notes, reaching for a tiny decoration - a small gold disc - to finish the braid before (accidentally on purpose, one might say) it slips conveniently from his fingers to the ground. Tutting at himself, Danta of course slips from his seat to kneel down and search for it, putting himself at a very convenient height for Asta to imagine all sorts of things he might otherwise be doing down there.
"Shame they can't help find this," he adds of Asta's shadows, not that he's remotely looking at them any more as he glances up the length of the butcher's body towards his face.
"Yours seem to be quite a handful," he notes, reaching for a tiny decoration - a small gold disc - to finish the braid before (accidentally on purpose, one might say) it slips conveniently from his fingers to the ground. Tutting at himself, Danta of course slips from his seat to kneel down and search for it, putting himself at a very convenient height for Asta to imagine all sorts of things he might otherwise be doing down there.
"Shame they can't help find this," he adds of Asta's shadows, not that he's remotely looking at them any more as he glances up the length of the butcher's body towards his face.
Dantalion
// with every step that I ran to you //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.







