// you've got a passion in those eyes //
"Ugh, finally." Danta's grin - fanged and overbright and promising nothing but chaos - spreads wide as he enters the Inner Quarter. He hasn't bothered with an umbrella tonight, figuring that if the skies open upon them it's just Dygra's way of adding a little more entropy into the festivities. He's dressed warmly, at least, in a coat and gloves and with sturdy, waterproof boots, his arm laced around Astaroth's waist as they head through the fray and towards the food, the music and the bonfire.
"This is your first one of these since you stopped being a rock, right?" He asks, turning that bright smile up to the butcher, his hand trying to sneak into his back pocket already. "If nothing else, I say we get wasted and maybe get naked in the bonfire. And if you don't want to, I can absolutely go and find Charlie for it instead." His laughter is easy even if it borders on something manic; evidently the charged energy of the night is already getting under Danta's skin.
"This is your first one of these since you stopped being a rock, right?" He asks, turning that bright smile up to the butcher, his hand trying to sneak into his back pocket already. "If nothing else, I say we get wasted and maybe get naked in the bonfire. And if you don't want to, I can absolutely go and find Charlie for it instead." His laughter is easy even if it borders on something manic; evidently the charged energy of the night is already getting under Danta's skin.
Dantalion
// so aim it straight and true //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
