open hand or closed fist would be fine
"Asta, I think they get the message." Danta laughs over his shoulder to the butcher as he hands off the last of the first round of drinks, having saved two for them. Taking pity on the butcher and his muzzle, the Maverick sets a straw into his cocktail before passing it up to him with a wink, raising his own in a toast towards Flora as she starts to settle and mingle into her party. "I think this was a success. The surprise element, at least," he continues, grinning and lifting his drink to his lips for a generous sip.
One he doesn't expect to be quite as potent as it is, and it's lucky that Danta is such a seasoned drinker, because he gets away without coughing it all across the bar. "Dygra's tits, that's strong," he hisses through a laugh, the burn travelling down his throat and into his chest. "Think they call this one the Blue Torcher. Maybe we start and finish the night with these." You know, go out with a bang and whatnot.
One he doesn't expect to be quite as potent as it is, and it's lucky that Danta is such a seasoned drinker, because he gets away without coughing it all across the bar. "Dygra's tits, that's strong," he hisses through a laugh, the burn travelling down his throat and into his chest. "Think they call this one the Blue Torcher. Maybe we start and finish the night with these." You know, go out with a bang and whatnot.
Dantalion
the blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
