quietly, it slips through your fingers, love
"Oh I won't, don't you worry about that," Danta whispers, humming a note of content as he feels Asta's weight drop further onto him. Once he's satisfied that he's managed to tame the butcher's hair back into some sort of order, he contents himself in fussing over his scarred shoulders and back, scoffing and turning his head away from the obnoxious nuzzling without truly meaning it.
"Mmm, by before we leave do you happen to mean in the morning? Because I can promise I'll be up for that." In more than one way, the Maverick's tail flicking its amusement even if he's still pinned beneath the other man with his legs hooked around him as if worried he'll go somewhere. Eventually, of course, he inevitably starts to relax back into the bed, eyes growing heavy even if his fuss is as attentive as ever.
"Thanks for celebrating with me," he mumbles - though truly, the fact that Danta remembers it was his birthday at all is a miracle at this point.
"Mmm, by before we leave do you happen to mean in the morning? Because I can promise I'll be up for that." In more than one way, the Maverick's tail flicking its amusement even if he's still pinned beneath the other man with his legs hooked around him as if worried he'll go somewhere. Eventually, of course, he inevitably starts to relax back into the bed, eyes growing heavy even if his fuss is as attentive as ever.
"Thanks for celebrating with me," he mumbles - though truly, the fact that Danta remembers it was his birthday at all is a miracle at this point.
Dantalion
fallin' from you, drop by drop
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
