when I was a child I heard voices, some would sing and some would scream
"Born to be entrepreneurs, clearly," Danta says with a grin, lifting his (impressive) forkful of cake in a cheers before devouring it, sighing his clear approval at the combination of toffee, cinammon and baked apple, and that's without getting into the cream cheese frosting of it all. Sagging further against Asta, he's just finished the bite of cake when the other man is offering him more dessert, Danta leaning in to accept it like it might be taken away if he isn't quick enough.
Laughing around his chaser of cocoa, he slides his cake to the middle of the table as if to invite Asta to share as much as he wants of it. "Well that just seems like an inconvenience. Fun as it was to be your mortal enemy, can you imagine the drama if we'd have tried to get dessert together back then?" It might have happened, but not without far too many theatrics, and it might have ended with the bakery's indefinite closure.
"Mm, I'm often glad I never froze in place here," he agrees with a warm laugh. "It would've been difficult to wake you up if I had."
Laughing around his chaser of cocoa, he slides his cake to the middle of the table as if to invite Asta to share as much as he wants of it. "Well that just seems like an inconvenience. Fun as it was to be your mortal enemy, can you imagine the drama if we'd have tried to get dessert together back then?" It might have happened, but not without far too many theatrics, and it might have ended with the bakery's indefinite closure.
"Mm, I'm often glad I never froze in place here," he agrees with a warm laugh. "It would've been difficult to wake you up if I had."
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.
