when I was a child I heard voices, some would sing and some would scream
They get up one way or another, though with Danta thoroughly distracted by the butcher's lips, it's really up to Asta to put him on his feet in the end. By the time they get there he is smiling a little easier at least, the Maverick tucking himself beneath one of his lover's arms and against his side, unwilling to part with him even a fraction more than that. With his Leafchange hormones still raging hard he doubts Asta will mind, and he hums a note of approval that the bakery will still be open and that it's serving their seasonal delicacies.
"We'd better get one of those as well, then," he decides, reaching out to open the door to the rage room and step out into the comforting warmth of the Temple. It's strange that only a few minutes have passed since they first walked in, Danta feeling almost as though they're strolling through a dream, and he glances back over his shoulder a couple of times - and across at Asta's cane - as they make their way back to the entrance. "Maybe some cocoa as well," he mutters, almost to himself.
"We'd better get one of those as well, then," he decides, reaching out to open the door to the rage room and step out into the comforting warmth of the Temple. It's strange that only a few minutes have passed since they first walked in, Danta feeling almost as though they're strolling through a dream, and he glances back over his shoulder a couple of times - and across at Asta's cane - as they make their way back to the entrance. "Maybe some cocoa as well," he mutters, almost to himself.
The Maverick
you soon find you have few choices, I learned the voices died with me
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
