I wanna run against the world that's turning
Takes place directly after [Training] Jigsaw, I got 'em puzzled, got 'em a bit lost
The Dusklight doors are propped open to let in some air for those who don't wallow in the heat like so many Ancients, which is annoying for Danta only in that he can't shove them open in a temper. So he stalks inside in relative silence, jaw set and blue eyes simmering; if that's not enough to scream don't talk to me, I bite, then the blood still dripping down his arm and from his fingertips ought to do it. The initial cut from Kai's chakram against his bare bicep had been shallow, the follow up along his shoulder blade less so, but the blood has mostly soaked into the dark fabric of his shirt back there and he has no idea what it looks like.
Stalking behind the bar and taking a shot of liquor that leaves both bottle and glass smeared crimson, he grunts something to the bartender (some Dantafied version of spending the afternoon in his office) before he heads out into the Backrooms. Still a little wary of Asta's office door more by habit than fear these days, he skirts into his own room and heads immediately for a shelf that holds the poor excuse of his first aid kit. Asta is much better at stocking up their medical supplies, but Danta had insisted on doing this one himself, so he really shouldn't be surprised when he opens it to find some disinfectant (it's just high proof vodka) and rags, a roll of bandages, and a pack of sour candies.
Grumbling and hopping up to sit on the edge of his desk, the Maverick naturally does what's most important first, opening the candies and shoving a couple in his mouth before starting to open the vodka.
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.
