that's not right, there's a person behind those eyes
Danta listens, uncharacteristically shrewd as he always becomes when the things he cares about are hurt, an eyebrow arching not only at Asta's now-familiar faux confidence, but at the information he delivers as well. "You'll have a wh--" His outrage is cut off by the warm press of the other man's lips, Danta melting forward automatically and despite wanting to continue to be annoyed about this new information, and he's grumbling good-naturedly by the time they part.
"You can thank me when I no longer have to worry about you turning into a rock," he says. "The type of rock fire won't break you out of, presumably." Letting his fingers hover over the greying cut for a second before huffing out a breath, he wafts a bit of smoke away from his face - a combination of their fight and the fires that had been raging before they'd come along - and bullies his way against Asta's side.
"I figure going back the way we came to Torchline might be best," he says. "They'll have healing water on hand the second we get there."
"You can thank me when I no longer have to worry about you turning into a rock," he says. "The type of rock fire won't break you out of, presumably." Letting his fingers hover over the greying cut for a second before huffing out a breath, he wafts a bit of smoke away from his face - a combination of their fight and the fires that had been raging before they'd come along - and bullies his way against Asta's side.
"I figure going back the way we came to Torchline might be best," he says. "They'll have healing water on hand the second we get there."
Dantalion
that's not right, any crack is a sign of lies
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
