Maea
And I never know what to say
'Til I'm already walking away
Rolling up on her belly, the tiger allowed herself a moment to catch her breath before shifting back. Kneeling in the snow with black and crimson skirts pooling around her, the spar had colored her cheeks a lovely shade of pink. Maea didn't know what to say in the face of such exuberant gratitude; rising to her feet she busied herself with dusting off her dress and mumbled something incoherent that could have been agreement, or merely suppressing a smile. It still felt strange to be addressed so affectionately, but it was a good kind of strange. Clearly she was not immune to being charmed.
Accepting her weapon back, she looked up at Asta at his offer, considering. "I... yes, why not. That would be lovely. Sorry about your shirt," she added, upon noticing the holes she had burned into it.
Accepting her weapon back, she looked up at Asta at his offer, considering. "I... yes, why not. That would be lovely. Sorry about your shirt," she added, upon noticing the holes she had burned into it.
Wanna punch you in the face
But I won't, but I might, but I won't
