// you've got a passion in those eyes //
"I didn't say that," Danta says of the sudden easy-breeziness of explaining to your girlfriend(-fiance-secretwife) that you stood around and got a chaos priestess pregnant. "But it might be better than the catastrophe it could be if she were anyone else." Then again, regardless of the logic behind it, Flora might go batshit crazy anyway. Her theatrics are one of the things Danta likes most about her, and also why he thinks she'd make a spitfire of an Ancient if she ever put her mind to it.
Wisely, perhaps, he doesn't voice those thoughts aloud.
"A demigod?" he repeats with suddenly wide eyes, and whilst this isn't the time, his opinion of Kaisel has just jumped up a few notches. "Damn," he says. "She must really like you. Then again, though, doesn't that make Dygra the baby daddy, not you?" Danta doesn't want to take away from the joys of parenthood if Kai is coming around to it, but - and forgive him for thinking so - if Dygra is the one to have put a baby in Charlie, surely the soldier's being there is... well... surplus to requirements?
Pausing to think, and also to finish rolling the tent into a tight cylinder that will likely spring open into his face like a jack-in-the-box if he lets it go, Danta grabs for the empty duffel bag. "You could always have Charlie explain if you're chicken," he says. "Or bring her to a Dygra shrine. Maybe you'll get blessed twice." Grinning, the Maverick starts to wrestle the tent into the bag. "Either way, I probably wouldn't do all her favourite shit before telling her, otherwise she'll forever expect bad news when you're nice."
Wisely, perhaps, he doesn't voice those thoughts aloud.
"A demigod?" he repeats with suddenly wide eyes, and whilst this isn't the time, his opinion of Kaisel has just jumped up a few notches. "Damn," he says. "She must really like you. Then again, though, doesn't that make Dygra the baby daddy, not you?" Danta doesn't want to take away from the joys of parenthood if Kai is coming around to it, but - and forgive him for thinking so - if Dygra is the one to have put a baby in Charlie, surely the soldier's being there is... well... surplus to requirements?
Pausing to think, and also to finish rolling the tent into a tight cylinder that will likely spring open into his face like a jack-in-the-box if he lets it go, Danta grabs for the empty duffel bag. "You could always have Charlie explain if you're chicken," he says. "Or bring her to a Dygra shrine. Maybe you'll get blessed twice." Grinning, the Maverick starts to wrestle the tent into the bag. "Either way, I probably wouldn't do all her favourite shit before telling her, otherwise she'll forever expect bad news when you're nice."
Dantalion
// so aim it straight and true //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
