you're never gonna get it, I'm a hazard to myself
"Ah, you do? Very kind of you to say so," Danta says, chest puffing out as well as if he's a youth of Erebos's age rather than an Ancient in both the figurative and literal sense of the word. "It's the paper," he tells him in a hushed voice. "You've got to have special paper and it has to be the right size. I'll send some next time I write a letter to your father." He winks. Because if Danta can find the patience to make origami creations, truly, anyone can do it.
"Monsters?" he repeats with a grin, glancing around the market sceptically as though the creatures in question might be on a rampage whilst people finish their shopping. Apparently not, though, and Danta doesn't try to hide the brief disappointment that comes along with things getting potentially dangerous and interesting. "That makes sense, I guess."
Tucking his bell box under his arm and turning away from the stall (other people have come to look at bells now, which feels absurd and funny to the Maverick), he nods along agreeably with Erebos's question. "When it isn't snowing all the time, it's great. Then again, the bonfire keeps everyone warm anyway. Has your dad taken you?"
"Monsters?" he repeats with a grin, glancing around the market sceptically as though the creatures in question might be on a rampage whilst people finish their shopping. Apparently not, though, and Danta doesn't try to hide the brief disappointment that comes along with things getting potentially dangerous and interesting. "That makes sense, I guess."
Tucking his bell box under his arm and turning away from the stall (other people have come to look at bells now, which feels absurd and funny to the Maverick), he nods along agreeably with Erebos's question. "When it isn't snowing all the time, it's great. Then again, the bonfire keeps everyone warm anyway. Has your dad taken you?"
Dantalion
I'll break it to you easy, this is hell
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
