you're livin' for the rush, for that royal flush, but you take what you can get
"Awww, but lookit him," Danta says through a laugh, watching the mud-man slorp its way across the nettles and sharp scrub and leaning against the butcher as if to share his warmth and quiet the sudden lashing of his tail. "But you're right, I suppose. This is a distraction from all your very hard work for the day." Sighing and stepping away from Asta, Danta gives the mud-man a quirky little bow of apology. "Sorry to ruin your day," he says, before he's also stepping forward with fire twisting between his fingers.
With a heated strike of his hand he sends the mud-man's head tumbling away, the Maverick watching with satisfaction as it lands with a splat! in the grass nearby. Even as Asta sweeps in behind him, though, the memory mud is already trying to put itself back together; Danta is forced to hop out of the way so he doesn't interrupt the pathway of head back to body, scoffing out another laugh as he raises his eyebrows towards his lover.
"I think it's really keen to keep being whatever it was when it was snow, y'know."
With a heated strike of his hand he sends the mud-man's head tumbling away, the Maverick watching with satisfaction as it lands with a splat! in the grass nearby. Even as Asta sweeps in behind him, though, the memory mud is already trying to put itself back together; Danta is forced to hop out of the way so he doesn't interrupt the pathway of head back to body, scoffing out another laugh as he raises his eyebrows towards his lover.
"I think it's really keen to keep being whatever it was when it was snow, y'know."
Dantalion
you play your final ace for a pretty face, tastes like scotch and cigarettes
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
