you're never gonna get it, I'm a hazard to myself
Danta's wrist is starting to cramp for all the wrong reasons as the insistent ring of the bell echoes out into the House of Midnight, and as a fucking bat appears, for a second he looks as if he's going to attempt to incinerate it right out of the air. The transformation into Sunjata at the last moment is what saves him, and Danta lets his hand leave the bell to swipe across his wet face and through his dripping hair.
"It's the same out in the Grounds," he says with a scrunch of his nose, surrendering his bag if only so he can peel off his coat as well, needing the wet weight off it away from his shoulders lest he start to turn grey with the cold. He's still a touch chilly from the trip even as the warmth of the House kisses his cheeks, accepting the towel and following along in Sunjata's wake with a thrashing tail and wet footprints.
"I'd appreciate it, thanks," he mutters. "I'll be staying a couple days if that's all the same to you? I've been told I need to relax." Evidently the high walls of his social mask are very much in place right now, because he seems like he'd rather commit murder than spend the day chilling out.
"It's the same out in the Grounds," he says with a scrunch of his nose, surrendering his bag if only so he can peel off his coat as well, needing the wet weight off it away from his shoulders lest he start to turn grey with the cold. He's still a touch chilly from the trip even as the warmth of the House kisses his cheeks, accepting the towel and following along in Sunjata's wake with a thrashing tail and wet footprints.
"I'd appreciate it, thanks," he mutters. "I'll be staying a couple days if that's all the same to you? I've been told I need to relax." Evidently the high walls of his social mask are very much in place right now, because he seems like he'd rather commit murder than spend the day chilling out.
Dantalion
I'll break it to you easy, this is hell
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
