storm's comin', I can see the clouds
Those who don't know Asta very well might be dumbfounded to hear him attempt the sort of drawl necessary for a let's get crackin', but those who know him better won't be surprised at all. Danta's laughter is something he has to almost bite back lest it ring around the restaurant (and deafen the Butcher in the right ear), the Maverick nodding as if to say that's as acceptable an answer as any, with or without the bib still attached. "Alas, I have never been a cheerful lobster chef," he tells him, kissing his cheek a second time. "But I might dress up for you one day, if you insist."
Accepting the proper kiss aimed at his lips without complaint, the cobbler arrives in record time, it feels, forcing Danta to settle back and sit properly again. "We should have asked for a box," he laments, because he gets the sudden impression that however full they might be, the cobbler might disappear between them anyway.
He leans in to accept the bite from the fork, humming his immediate approval as the sweetness and warmth dissolves on his tongue. "I am no expert on cobbler," he says, "but I would wager that's a good one. What do you think?"
Accepting the proper kiss aimed at his lips without complaint, the cobbler arrives in record time, it feels, forcing Danta to settle back and sit properly again. "We should have asked for a box," he laments, because he gets the sudden impression that however full they might be, the cobbler might disappear between them anyway.
He leans in to accept the bite from the fork, humming his immediate approval as the sweetness and warmth dissolves on his tongue. "I am no expert on cobbler," he says, "but I would wager that's a good one. What do you think?"
Dantalion
No runnin's gonna save you now
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
