storm's comin', I can see the clouds
"It did," Danta agrees, "but I would also hazard a guess to say it worked out well in yours, too." Winking and giving him a gentle elbow to the ribs as if to say nO uR uNBeCoMiNG, he releases the cookie and concentrates instead on his tea, glaring down at it as if to encourage it to brew faster. The expression softens to feel Asta nuzzling against him, drawing a warm laugh from Danta's throat, and he turns his head to sneak a kiss or three against the butcher's cheek.
"You would be the type to make a fuss to get a refund," he drawls. "If you tried it, I'd look forward to standing by and watching as the spirits kicked you out." Because he bets they fucking would. And when it comes to the shower, he hums a note of curious possibility, before his impulsiveness wins out and he sips at his tea regardless of whether it has properly steeped.
"We should check before we leave," he decides. "Since we already had a fire bath."
"You would be the type to make a fuss to get a refund," he drawls. "If you tried it, I'd look forward to standing by and watching as the spirits kicked you out." Because he bets they fucking would. And when it comes to the shower, he hums a note of curious possibility, before his impulsiveness wins out and he sips at his tea regardless of whether it has properly steeped.
"We should check before we leave," he decides. "Since we already had a fire bath."
Dantalion
No runnin's gonna save you now
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
