storm's comin', I can see the clouds
"You're good at a lot of things," Danta purrs, drawn closer all too willingly and unashamedly enjoying the possessive feel of arm and tail curled around him. He continues to wipe his hands clean as they discuss wine options, humming to himself before deciding. "You told me once that white wine is better with seafood," he points out, "so lets get that." Smiling briefly to the waitress as they let her go to bring their choice of bottle and extra rags, the Maverick falls quite to get a stubborn bit of blood out from one of his fingernails.
Asta's hand against his cheek both is and isn't a surprise, Danta stilling to gaze up at the Butcher, only to find him gently cleaning his face. Smiling without meaning to, he closes his eyes to let the other man work, his hands dropping to his lap. "Oh, I don't think that's true," he teases. "Or at least, I might be presentable to you but I doubt you'd want to present me to anyone else." Not without trying to score out their eyes in any case.
Asta's hand against his cheek both is and isn't a surprise, Danta stilling to gaze up at the Butcher, only to find him gently cleaning his face. Smiling without meaning to, he closes his eyes to let the other man work, his hands dropping to his lap. "Oh, I don't think that's true," he teases. "Or at least, I might be presentable to you but I doubt you'd want to present me to anyone else." Not without trying to score out their eyes in any case.
Dantalion
No runnin's gonna save you now
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
