Thalassa
A smooth sea never made a skilled sailor.
But waiting is so boring. She wants to growl in frustration at his words but lets the brush of his fleeting kiss dampen her anger. It lingers as he pulls away completely. The chill of the air feels as if she has been plunged into the cold ocean water rushing along the floor. A shiver runs over her body and she frowns momentarily before disguising her disappointment. Grabbing the discarded liquor bottle, Thal takes a large chug, warming her from within. Screw him and his warmth. If he wasn't going to give it to her, she would make her own.Quite content to stay in the filling cavern, she clears the table around her. With her new space, Thal lays completely flat against the wood. The water won't reach her for some time and she refuses to run from a challenge. Until then, she will enjoy being dry and comfortable. Arching her back in a resounding sigh, she looks to the man. "Considering my familiarity with waiting is near nonexistent, I suppose I could use the practice." A coy smile plays on her lips while her hands roam her body for warmth and emphasis. Your turn, cat.
