sometimes you gotta backstab a motherfucker

you're never gonna get it, I'm a hazard to myself

"We do? Well nobody told me," Danta announces mid-swing, though he doesn't seem too upset about it based on the grin he flashes over his shoulder at Flora. "It's more fun like this anyway," he decides, and a few more well-placed thuds and he's content with the ice consistency - just as Spice arrives. "I promise I will call on you for the next one," he says. Because there will be next ones. "Also, hello," he croons to Flora, turning to gather the rest of the ingredients up - and to reach up and grab a third glass to make her a cocktail as well.

"Thanks again for letting us come to stay for vacation." Danta's next words are mumbled around a mouthful of watermelon while he transfers the rest of the ingredients into a cocktail shaker (measuring them by vibes) to mix them up. "Where's your boy toy? I thought I'd have seen him bobbing around in the pool on an inflatable." You know, so he could avoid the shit out of him.

Dantalion

I'll break it to you easy, this is hell