I'm still comparing your past to my future
"Oooh, now that's an idea," Danta says, beaming up at Astaroth and nodding his head. "We'll need to pitch it to Flora to see if they can arrange a Longheat version." Which, presumably, is exactly the same as the Longnight version, but when the weather is much kinder to their hot-blooded selves. "They can?" He chuckles at that, squinting as if to see if they ought to expect a maelstrom on the horizon. "That'd be really inconvenient in the dark right now, huh."
Chiming his glass against Asta's and thinking nothing of worming his way beneath one of his arms, he tries to make out either Kaisel or Flora in the crowd, eventually spotting the latter on the former's back. "Right now it looks like they're both winning, though there's no fire hoop jumping actually happening." He smirks, tail flicking animatedly at his heels, an arm looping around the Butcher's waist.
"Maybe they also think the water's too cold."
Chiming his glass against Asta's and thinking nothing of worming his way beneath one of his arms, he tries to make out either Kaisel or Flora in the crowd, eventually spotting the latter on the former's back. "Right now it looks like they're both winning, though there's no fire hoop jumping actually happening." He smirks, tail flicking animatedly at his heels, an arm looping around the Butcher's waist.
"Maybe they also think the water's too cold."
Dantalion
it might be your wound but they're my sutures
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
