that's not right, there's a person behind those eyes
Asta is in his scouting element and Danta is more than happy to follow in his wake, smiling at his back as he watches him prowl skillfully through the undergrowth. He's careful, in fact, to nearly walk in the butcher's footsteps, a thin stream of smoke curling from the cigarette between his fingers, his sunglasses still perched obnoxiously on the tip of his nose. Unlike the other man, Danta is dressed (as always) for how he feels rather than the occasion, his powder blue waistcoat hanging open and his soft grey shirt decorated with small, stitched daisies.
"Mmm?" Tugged suddenly off the beaten track and flailing a little as his balance is thrown off, evidently Danta has been watching the smoke from his cigarette rather than all of it suddenly hanging in the air, and he lifts his sunglasses to settle them in his hair and against his horns. "So there is," he breathes, smirking to see the critters scurry past in the opposite direction. "Does this mean we're about to be hunting down a fleeing cockatrice? Or will it be drawn to the fire, maybe?"
"Mmm?" Tugged suddenly off the beaten track and flailing a little as his balance is thrown off, evidently Danta has been watching the smoke from his cigarette rather than all of it suddenly hanging in the air, and he lifts his sunglasses to settle them in his hair and against his horns. "So there is," he breathes, smirking to see the critters scurry past in the opposite direction. "Does this mean we're about to be hunting down a fleeing cockatrice? Or will it be drawn to the fire, maybe?"
Dantalion
that's not right, any crack is a sign of lies
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
