storm's comin', I can see the clouds
Danta doesn't realise how long he's been walking on autopilot until Asta takes over, and he relaxes slowly into the other man's arms as they head back towards Haulani. "Being around people wouldn't be a bad thing," he admits, a smile flickering across his lips in response to the kiss the Butcher sneaks to his cheek. One of his arms has looped around Asta's shoulders in the meantime, fingers teasing through the dark hair behind his ear and against the back of his neck.
"You're my favourite nightmare," he adds, and though it's intended as a joke, occasionally it's all too real between them. (It doesn't make him any less his favourite, though). "I think I want... you know where they throw lobster tails and shrimp and potatoes and stuff on the table? That sounds good." A seafood boil is what he means, and luckily it's a messy enough affair on its own that they might overlook the state of him.
"Is that okay...?"
"You're my favourite nightmare," he adds, and though it's intended as a joke, occasionally it's all too real between them. (It doesn't make him any less his favourite, though). "I think I want... you know where they throw lobster tails and shrimp and potatoes and stuff on the table? That sounds good." A seafood boil is what he means, and luckily it's a messy enough affair on its own that they might overlook the state of him.
"Is that okay...?"
Dantalion
No runnin's gonna save you now
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
