// you've got a passion in those eyes //
Danta must have successfully convinced the barstaff at the front of house that he's actively working, because his office door has been closed for some time now and no one has come to bother him. Granted, 'working' is often a loose term that covers anything from blanket forts right up to actually taking inventory, making orders and being the Theocrat of the Hollowed Grounds, and he's never blamed them for not knowing which.
Todays work, for instance, involves tents.
He has planned for he and Asta to flee the Grounds for the first couple of weeks of Leafchange when his fiance's feirw shift is likely to be at its most volatile, and the region that has caught his eye is, of course, Hak Etme. (Where better for a couple of horny Ancients who are missing Longheat to go on a quick vacation, no?)
The tent he's chosen likely belonged to a carnival at one point; colourful, obnoxious, and large enough that he'd thoroughly regretted messing with it in his office the moment he'd opened it, Danta's task now is to try and get it all back into the duffel bag it had arrived inside. Which, as you will know if you have ever tried to pack a tent in your life, is challenging to say the least.
Anyone who attempts to walk into his office will be greeted, in fact, by Danta's best impression of a ghost at mardis gras; the Maverick is thoroughly swamped by the colourful fabric, and he can no longer seem to find which way is out. His patience for the task hasn't yet worn thin enough to burn his way to freedom, but it's only a matter of time.
Todays work, for instance, involves tents.
He has planned for he and Asta to flee the Grounds for the first couple of weeks of Leafchange when his fiance's feirw shift is likely to be at its most volatile, and the region that has caught his eye is, of course, Hak Etme. (Where better for a couple of horny Ancients who are missing Longheat to go on a quick vacation, no?)
The tent he's chosen likely belonged to a carnival at one point; colourful, obnoxious, and large enough that he'd thoroughly regretted messing with it in his office the moment he'd opened it, Danta's task now is to try and get it all back into the duffel bag it had arrived inside. Which, as you will know if you have ever tried to pack a tent in your life, is challenging to say the least.
Anyone who attempts to walk into his office will be greeted, in fact, by Danta's best impression of a ghost at mardis gras; the Maverick is thoroughly swamped by the colourful fabric, and he can no longer seem to find which way is out. His patience for the task hasn't yet worn thin enough to burn his way to freedom, but it's only a matter of time.
Dantalion
// so aim it straight and true //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
