// you knew who I was //
"Maybe she gets allergies or something," Danta says through a scoff of laughter; it's the only reason he can think for magical forest to lose out to a murderous sand land, anyway. "And I can also appreciate dying on a hill, but that doesn't mean I'm not going to fleece her for everything she's got for being a bad friend and causing a ruckus on your birthday." Making sure the frog is in the right container, Danta promptly darts back behind his desk, taking up his drink again and rolling his wrist to slosh the gin around.
It wouldn't surprise him if Colt does have a dozen or so favours waiting in the wings - being able to procure something like the belt buckle he'd receive makes him already convinced she's an Accepted. It doesn't stop him from wrinkling his nose, though. "I just think if the desert was meant to be lived in, it already would be, y'know?" he says, thumbing through more papers. He indentifies two more for the burn pile and another to become a frog, leaving one final missive in need of his signature and to be sent to the Temple.
"It'll be even less smooth since she's just made enemies of, what, three leaders?" Sunjata for blaming him, Flora for being a ratchet ho, and Danta for solidarity.
It wouldn't surprise him if Colt does have a dozen or so favours waiting in the wings - being able to procure something like the belt buckle he'd receive makes him already convinced she's an Accepted. It doesn't stop him from wrinkling his nose, though. "I just think if the desert was meant to be lived in, it already would be, y'know?" he says, thumbing through more papers. He indentifies two more for the burn pile and another to become a frog, leaving one final missive in need of his signature and to be sent to the Temple.
"It'll be even less smooth since she's just made enemies of, what, three leaders?" Sunjata for blaming him, Flora for being a ratchet ho, and Danta for solidarity.
Dantalion
// with every step that I ran to you //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
