[SE] good time not a long time

kick back a little just to watch and see

"Who knows," Danta says with an easy shrug, "maybe as the season goes on you'll get a little better at handling yourself. Exposure therapy and all that, right?" Given that they've both been on the receiving end of such a thing (Asta with the gore crows and Danta with his lover's haunt) with mixed results, the Maverick can't wait to see how that unfolds.

For now, though, there's good food and even better wine to be had, and Danta is apparently more than happy to share today. He seems even more pleased that Asta enjoys the bite of his meal, not expecting anything in return but quietly charmed as well when it's offered. "You are too kind," he purrs, opting only to have a bite or two before focusing back on his plate, letting the rest of their meal pass in comfortable silence.

Alas, there will be no time for dessert given the rest of the afternoon's work left to do, but Danta makes a mental note to ensure Asta gets something sweet later on to make up for it. "Alright," he says at last, glancing up at the other man. "Shall we get this done and then run home?"

Dantalion

getting sicker by the minute with debauchery

They say I'm a dangerous man, better run fast as you can

“Ah, yes. Because the work is never over.” Asta drawls, but the slant to his sharp grin is bright and warm in spite of it. Danta had done a phenomenal job when it came to the exposure to his haunt so the least he can do is try while he feels so off. At least it was better than dealing with the crows, before he had the bracelet that still sits comfortably on his wrist. It’s a small mercy.

But, the food is warm and inviting, the wine pairing well with the richness and earthiness that combines with the sweet taste of the lamb alongside the spice of his gumbo, and while they share the butcher leans back a little contently to let his lover take however many bites he wants. Taking just a few, the butcher returns to it in comfortable silence — proof of a good meal, at least — when they finally finish and Danta reminds him there’s more work to be done.

Groaning a quiet sound full of dramatics, the butcher tilts his head to peer over at his lover with a small crooked smile. “Yes. Lets.” He murmurs, swiftly paying for their meal before slipping out of the booth and extending his elbow for the Maverick to take, so that they can finish up the rest of the work before he can fully stretch his feirw legs.

- FIN

Astaroth

Don't you look back, every bone in my body's bad