Arc 1, Special Thread 1: The Onyx Spire
Daniel's masculinity isn't fragile enough to be threatened by Sondok taking his hand and leading him, so he follows nicely. His grip is firm but not overly rigid. His hands certainly aren't the softest either, having been broken, cut, burned and who knows what else many times over, but it seems he's in similar company.
He meets the demoness's gaze, staring back at the glimmering void. It was actually less awkward than looking a human in the eye, you could just focus on the starlets that seemed to be set much deeper than they could be.
As she speaks, Daniel's gaze drifts to Sondok's hands and the massive axe slung on her back.
"You expect to swing your axe on this date?"
He tilts his head slightly, more curious than alarmed.
"As part of the planned program, or because it's unlikely to actually have more than a fleeting moment of peace? Because I'm prepared for either."
A curiousity sets in, then.
"I think you made the right choice. As for tradition, what you've been told is true enough but I haven't been a stickler to it for quite some time now so don't feel you need to restrict yourself because of it. I'm curious, though: who did you find to consult with about the subject here?"
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