I wanna run against the world that's turning
"Ah, this isn't your first foray into blanket forts I see," Danta says through a laugh as Flora deftly unbuttons her jeans. "This is a safe space, Flora, you can do whatever you please to get comfy as far as I'm concerned." Case in point - look at the state of the Maverick. As for Kai's behaviour, he gives her a gentle shake of his head after another sip of wine, as if to say he wasn't as surprised as perhaps he should have been by his behaviour, in retrospect.
"I don't know if it'll help either of you, but the blood moon is renowned for causing impulsive decisions," he explains. "It's Dygra's most chaotic time. It could have just as easily been Asta or you or I picking a fight all of a sudden. You just learn to take it with a pinch of salt - that is, if what happened hasn't spooked you both into never attending another one."
Which he sincerely hopes not, because despite having had a thoroughly terrible time of it at the festival himself, it's usually a riot of drinking and dancing and the occasional bit of arson.
"And if the partial shield doesn't work," he says of the tea, "I bet he could always just throw some in Asta's eyes and run." Laughing at his own mental image, the smile that follows turns wickedly delighted at Flora's reminder of her status as solo-female-leader. "That may be true, but that still doesn't mean there's only one queen," he says with a wink. "Not that I could possibly comment on our fellow leaders and their proclivities. Though I bet Sunjata would make a tiara look good."
Blue eyes glint with curiosity as she mentions Halo, Danta tilting his head as he thinks about it. "I've only ever been once, and that was a really quick trip from outside to inside," he says, chuckling. "That sounds fun, though. You should ask Asta if he remembers any good landmarks or other things worth seeing. Just remember his knowledge might be centuries out of date, so..." Pinch of salt and all that.
As for his birthday outing, he doesn't even pretend to be surprised that Flora has been told about it, the Maverick gently shaking his head. "Not yet - we're going to go ina few days," he explains. "I don't know all the details, but it sounds right up my alley."
"I don't know if it'll help either of you, but the blood moon is renowned for causing impulsive decisions," he explains. "It's Dygra's most chaotic time. It could have just as easily been Asta or you or I picking a fight all of a sudden. You just learn to take it with a pinch of salt - that is, if what happened hasn't spooked you both into never attending another one."
Which he sincerely hopes not, because despite having had a thoroughly terrible time of it at the festival himself, it's usually a riot of drinking and dancing and the occasional bit of arson.
"And if the partial shield doesn't work," he says of the tea, "I bet he could always just throw some in Asta's eyes and run." Laughing at his own mental image, the smile that follows turns wickedly delighted at Flora's reminder of her status as solo-female-leader. "That may be true, but that still doesn't mean there's only one queen," he says with a wink. "Not that I could possibly comment on our fellow leaders and their proclivities. Though I bet Sunjata would make a tiara look good."
Blue eyes glint with curiosity as she mentions Halo, Danta tilting his head as he thinks about it. "I've only ever been once, and that was a really quick trip from outside to inside," he says, chuckling. "That sounds fun, though. You should ask Asta if he remembers any good landmarks or other things worth seeing. Just remember his knowledge might be centuries out of date, so..." Pinch of salt and all that.
As for his birthday outing, he doesn't even pretend to be surprised that Flora has been told about it, the Maverick gently shaking his head. "Not yet - we're going to go ina few days," he explains. "I don't know all the details, but it sounds right up my alley."
Dantalion
I'd move so fast that I'd outpace the dawn, I wanna be gone
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
