// you've got a passion in those eyes //
"Maybe Charlie knows something you don't," Danta suggests all too reasonably; chaos incarnate he may be, but he doesn't presume to know the inner workings of the Dygra priesthood. "...Or maybe she's just fucking with you," he nevertheless adds with a slanted smile, the words almost muttered under his breath. Because that wouldn't surprise him either, though if their dark goddess has granted Kai the privilege of her presence during such an occasion, there must be something special about him, surely.
"Hey, three parents makes it a lucky kid, right?" He shrugs, continuing to fight the tent into the duffel bag and murmuring his thanks as the soldier comes to lend his assistance. "I didn't have any, so three would've been a riot." Sighing in relief as they finally beat the canvas into surrender, Danta fastens the bag and clambers back to his feet, staring at it for a moment or so like it might explode back out.
Bouncing his eyebrows at the implication of Kaisel being finger-lickin' - and no, he won't take the sentiment back, and maybe one day the other man will get over his fear of dicks enough to realise what he's missing - the Maverick instead offers him a rough but friendly clap on the shoulder. "Ah, don't say that," he says of being done with Dygra. "Besides, you might be done with her but she might not be done with you. That's how gods work. Good luck telling Flora either way, though. And if she kicks you out and you need a place to stay, send a letter and I'll hook you up."
"Hey, three parents makes it a lucky kid, right?" He shrugs, continuing to fight the tent into the duffel bag and murmuring his thanks as the soldier comes to lend his assistance. "I didn't have any, so three would've been a riot." Sighing in relief as they finally beat the canvas into surrender, Danta fastens the bag and clambers back to his feet, staring at it for a moment or so like it might explode back out.
Bouncing his eyebrows at the implication of Kaisel being finger-lickin' - and no, he won't take the sentiment back, and maybe one day the other man will get over his fear of dicks enough to realise what he's missing - the Maverick instead offers him a rough but friendly clap on the shoulder. "Ah, don't say that," he says of being done with Dygra. "Besides, you might be done with her but she might not be done with you. That's how gods work. Good luck telling Flora either way, though. And if she kicks you out and you need a place to stay, send a letter and I'll hook you up."
Dantalion
// so aim it straight and true //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
