storm's comin', I can see the clouds
"An unqualified lobster, obviously," Danta tells Asta with a sly smile and another clack of his tongs, before he's grabbing some corn and spearing a bit of sausage with his fork to enjoy, not needing to worry about the heat rolling off of any of the food. "Come on, Asta - you always need to be worried about my teeth," he says with another wink, though by that time his lover is all but inhaling a hard boiled egg and the Maverick can't help but be impressed.
He digs through some more sausage and potatoes and finishes a small cob of corn to make room to crack open a crab claw or two, offering a sliver of the sweet meet out for Asta to try - this time with his fingers, naturally, because there is no cutlery when it comes to the better part of a seafood boil. It's at that point that he realises his lover is doing the same thing, and with a laugh he leans in to accept it, glistening butter and all.
"Mm, I can only agree," he admits. "They've got nothing on our venison though, remember. Each region to their own." And their cold-water fare isn't bad either, admittedly, though it will never be the tropical glory of Torchline's shores.
He digs through some more sausage and potatoes and finishes a small cob of corn to make room to crack open a crab claw or two, offering a sliver of the sweet meet out for Asta to try - this time with his fingers, naturally, because there is no cutlery when it comes to the better part of a seafood boil. It's at that point that he realises his lover is doing the same thing, and with a laugh he leans in to accept it, glistening butter and all.
"Mm, I can only agree," he admits. "They've got nothing on our venison though, remember. Each region to their own." And their cold-water fare isn't bad either, admittedly, though it will never be the tropical glory of Torchline's shores.
Dantalion
No runnin's gonna save you now
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
