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Wearing so little that Asta could likely still talk around the fabric even if Flora shoved her entire bikini into his mouth, the splay of his fingers had her stifling a needy gasp that she forced herself to silently (if not shakily) breathe around. Lifting one of her hands to gently comb away a strand of dark hair which had fallen out of place, the Doubletake smiles slowly in recognition and understanding. "Always so measured." His attire, his manners, his words. "Always so thoughtful, because thinking ahead means you know what's coming." She reasons softly as her eyes slide back to his, a brow raised in silent confirmation.
"We all have histories." She replies, and perhaps it's a touch dismissive, but if they wanted to get into a discussion of their pasts, Flora, perhaps naively, was fairly confident her ability to survive would surpass Asta's ability to harm. Not that that was the point. "Besides, I called down a goddess to heal you. Whatever manner of beast you are, has it ever been with someone capable of doing that..?" Again her nose brushes against his, delicate and teasing just as the side of her hand presses down against a scar near his collarbone.
"Is that a nickname you've given yourself?" Tilting her head to the side, Flora's tone seems to suggest she's placing a rather disproportionate amount of weight on this question, and indeed, she seems to pull back a fraction if only to allow herself to view the full measure of his answer.
"We all have histories." She replies, and perhaps it's a touch dismissive, but if they wanted to get into a discussion of their pasts, Flora, perhaps naively, was fairly confident her ability to survive would surpass Asta's ability to harm. Not that that was the point. "Besides, I called down a goddess to heal you. Whatever manner of beast you are, has it ever been with someone capable of doing that..?" Again her nose brushes against his, delicate and teasing just as the side of her hand presses down against a scar near his collarbone.
"Is that a nickname you've given yourself?" Tilting her head to the side, Flora's tone seems to suggest she's placing a rather disproportionate amount of weight on this question, and indeed, she seems to pull back a fraction if only to allow herself to view the full measure of his answer.
