i'm starvin', darlin', let me put my lips to somethin'
They'd promised one another that, come Flowerbirth, they would cut loose a little. Live a little, one might say, but gods if the rain hadn't put a dampener on that for a while. It still threatens overhead now as the sun lowers itself behind the horizon like bloody coin into a pocket, but Danta trusts that however it decides to be this evening, he and the Butcher will be able to keep themselves warm.
And it isn't just because he's asked Asta to go on campfire duty.
Danta's reasoning is two-fold, part of him too keen to go and hunt for something worth cooking for the night to stick around and get fuel and kindling, but a larger part of him really wanting to see the other man's ghoulish green fire in a larger radius. However Asta chooses to arrange things is up to him though - as a molten tiger Danta has disappeared into the undergrowth some time ago, his paws heavy but silent on the soft ground, and before long true night will have fallen.
And it isn't just because he's asked Asta to go on campfire duty.
Danta's reasoning is two-fold, part of him too keen to go and hunt for something worth cooking for the night to stick around and get fuel and kindling, but a larger part of him really wanting to see the other man's ghoulish green fire in a larger radius. However Asta chooses to arrange things is up to him though - as a molten tiger Danta has disappeared into the undergrowth some time ago, his paws heavy but silent on the soft ground, and before long true night will have fallen.
The Maverick
let me wrap my teeth around the world
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
