[Training] burn butcher burn

when I was a child I heard voices, some would sing and some would scream

"Oh, of course," Danta says, happy to yes and the scenario the butcher puts forth. "You'd have lines around the shop for people trying to get their hands on them. You'd be sold out before the morning was through. And talk would die down eventually about whatever poor sap had gone missing a couple of days prior." Winking, Danta makes sure to hold still so as to not get his fingers nipped off as Asta leans in for a bite of the orange, and he raises his eyebrows as if to get the other man's appraisal.

The rest of the candied fruit disappears between Danta's lips regardless, of course, and whilst the explosion of sweetness might have made him cringe even hours before, now it hits all the right spots. "Only because you let me know you," he says softly in his defence, folding top of the paper bag to seal away the rest of the orange slices for later.

Seizing a fork next so he might grab a bite of the toffee apple cake - it's what he'd been craving since the moment he mentioned the bakery, after all - Danta groans at the mere mention of the Grounds before the bonfire. "There's a reason it was the first thing on my list," he says, wrinkling his nose. "That first Deepfrost I experienced here was wretched."

The Maverick

you soon find you have few choices, I learned the voices died with me