storm's comin', I can see the clouds
Unable not to scoff out a quiet laugh at the rocky nose that comes invading his space, Danta relents and drops one of his hands enough to glance towards the fyrhund, watching as canine becomes man in one fluid movement a second later. He doesn't expect the initial shift to have been as comforting as it was, but when it drops away he feels more relaxed in the butcher's presence than he might have done otherwise.
"Somewhere else...?" He tilts his head, uncomprehending at first, and before Asta can quite explain they're being divebombed by a fucking crow. Danta has no right to be as quick as he is given how drunk he is, but call it an avian reflex in this instance. Either way, his hand snatches out to straight up grab the corvid in his fist, lip curling in a snarl. "Not. Tonight," he hisses, before releasing the spooked creature to flap away into the rain.
Watchng it for a couple of moments after as if wondering if he'd hallucinated the entire thing, eventually Danta frogblinks and gazes back towards Asta. "...Yeah," he decides. The butcher has made it sound absurdly easy, so, "Yeah. Let's go."
"Somewhere else...?" He tilts his head, uncomprehending at first, and before Asta can quite explain they're being divebombed by a fucking crow. Danta has no right to be as quick as he is given how drunk he is, but call it an avian reflex in this instance. Either way, his hand snatches out to straight up grab the corvid in his fist, lip curling in a snarl. "Not. Tonight," he hisses, before releasing the spooked creature to flap away into the rain.
Watchng it for a couple of moments after as if wondering if he'd hallucinated the entire thing, eventually Danta frogblinks and gazes back towards Asta. "...Yeah," he decides. The butcher has made it sound absurdly easy, so, "Yeah. Let's go."
Dantalion
No runnin's gonna save you now
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
