staple your tongue

you see right through the lies in my eyes, and it's all underneath
if you take the time to scratch the surface,

He agrees entirely, and the laugh that accompanies her words certainly prove the point. But he’s focused on his offer – of whether or not she’d like a space to be alone, or whether she wanted to spend some time around people who didn’t care about the intricacies of morals when they were six shots down having a great time.

Seeing her reluctance, he remains silent. He doesn’t want to sway her one way or another, and as she begins to speak his ashen tail flicks idly beside him. “You would be quite welcome. You can stay in my old room if you wish to. There is a shower in there.” He pauses as he thinks, his tail hesitating in its flicking as he tries to figure out whether or not he has anything that would fit her.

It's unlikely given the proportions he wears. “There may be some clothes we can borrow from the workers there for you.” He decides after a moment, shifting slightly to finally pull himself away from their little half embrace so that he can stand, brushing some of the ash from his outfit before he offers out his hand for her to take to stand up should she wish to.

Whether she does or doesn’t, the butcher will take a moment to affix the muzzle back into place.

Astaroth

i'll show you where the hurt is

Thalassa

Hands getting cold

Thal wouldn't mind spending some time with people, although she wasn't excited at the idea of sleeping someplace other than her ship or her own home. It wasn't something she'd made a habit of doing, mostly for security reasons, but there was also something intimate about staying with someone else when she was at her most vulnerable, and that didn't exactly appeal to her. However, Asta had quickly become an exception to most of her tendencies, and if he was offering a private room where she wouldn't be disturbed...

Her head tilted, seriously considering the offer as she let out a low hum. "Hmm. We'll see how I feel after a shower and some socializing." If it energized her, she just might head home on the gust of her second wind; otherwise, she might find herself face first in a pillow after a single conversation. 

It didn't surprise her that Asta wouldn't have something her size. She's fairly certain she could fit her entire body in a single pantleg, and his shirts would probably reach her ankles. Smiling at the thought, Thal nods her head at the offer. "I'm sure we can find something." Although she gets the feeling that most of the workers' clothes in the Dusklight would consist of very little fabric. 

Either way, she gratefully takes his hand, letting him help her to her feet. She waits a moment for him to fix the muzzle on his face, even adjusting the strap when it didn't tighten all the way (although he'd had to lean forward quite a bit). Once they're ready, Thal follows the path Asta had taken to find her, leaving her worries firmly on the rock behind her. 

[FIN]

Losing feeling is getting old
Was I made from a broken mold?