Dantalion
but you can't be free
Danta could get used to this, the whole water flirting thing, as long as it stays the same temperature. "Sounds like you just need the right sort of cooking," he says with a chuckle; it's not his best line, but so sue him, he's really rusty at this. A few thousand years as a rock will do that to you. Still, as Sunjata leans down he leans up, water dripping from his chin and a spade-like tail lazily thrashing in the water behind him.
"Well would you look at that." Grinning at the sight of the horns that spiral up from the other man's head, he tilts his own admiringly to the side. "My shift has feathers - it isn't as impressive as yours must be." Assuming him to be an Attuned, perhaps Danta leans up a little further, his fair hair made darker by the water, his lips lingering mere inches from Sunjata's.
"I'm Danta," he introduces himself.
"Well would you look at that." Grinning at the sight of the horns that spiral up from the other man's head, he tilts his own admiringly to the side. "My shift has feathers - it isn't as impressive as yours must be." Assuming him to be an Attuned, perhaps Danta leans up a little further, his fair hair made darker by the water, his lips lingering mere inches from Sunjata's.
"I'm Danta," he introduces himself.
'cause I'm selfish, I'm obscene
