storm's comin', I can see the clouds
"Not a deal - perish the thought. I know better than to make those with you," Danta purrs, voice laced with playful chiding, and he reaches out automatically to let his fingers ghost against Asta's cheek, as if noticing the youthful dimple there for the very first time. "But we do have an agreement," he adds with a wink, like there's an important difference, and he doesn't want the other man to think he doesn't want that Nightcap.
Glancing down at their mugs as Asta prepares the tea (and biting into the antler cookie himself, since the other option is to stuff it into the butcher's mouth), he snorts under his breath at the mugs. "Do you think even the bathroom is spooky?" he asks, lifting his little ghost mug to admire it while the tea brews. "A bathtub tentacle legs and a Medusa mirror?"
Glancing down at their mugs as Asta prepares the tea (and biting into the antler cookie himself, since the other option is to stuff it into the butcher's mouth), he snorts under his breath at the mugs. "Do you think even the bathroom is spooky?" he asks, lifting his little ghost mug to admire it while the tea brews. "A bathtub tentacle legs and a Medusa mirror?"
Dantalion
No runnin's gonna save you now
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
