flora
"Oh shut up." Flora hums affectionately, nudging the Maverick's shoulder with her own. "Listen, it doesn't have to be weird just because we're dating." She adds, assuming he was upset because he felt like he was the third wheel (and not because he was annoyed that she didn't even realize that she was). "Besides, it isn't like anything's going to happen." Much as she'd have been thrilled for Asta to tug her away into the backroom for a quick makeout, Flora knew him well enough by now to know that wouldn't happen. Especially not with Danta's mood the way it was.
Mmmm, but then he's singing and Flora finds herself lost in something that's distinctly Astaroth. No doubt were Koa in the butcher's place he'd be vying for audience participation, instantly starting a sing-along and waving his hands to get the crowd into it. Jack...probably wouldn't be caught dead, but if he was, he'd probably just force a bunch of his crew to go up for Don't Stop Believin' and then he'd duck out while everyone else was focused on hitting the high note. But this seemed adorably Asta; unpretentious, uncomplicated, and unbothered.
Also so fucking hot, because who doesn't love a man who can sing. (is he hot, or is he just in a band, amiright)
"Wow." She hums, breathless. Not quite able to pull her eyes off of the butcher, it takes a good several seconds before Danta's request repeats itself in her mind. "Right, it's uh, in the back. I'll be right back." Not wanting to disturb the butcher, Flora holds up a finger to indicate she'd back—and not that she was running off or anything—before slipping through one of the doors in the back of the bar.
Mmmm, but then he's singing and Flora finds herself lost in something that's distinctly Astaroth. No doubt were Koa in the butcher's place he'd be vying for audience participation, instantly starting a sing-along and waving his hands to get the crowd into it. Jack...probably wouldn't be caught dead, but if he was, he'd probably just force a bunch of his crew to go up for Don't Stop Believin' and then he'd duck out while everyone else was focused on hitting the high note. But this seemed adorably Asta; unpretentious, uncomplicated, and unbothered.
Also so fucking hot, because who doesn't love a man who can sing. (
"Wow." She hums, breathless. Not quite able to pull her eyes off of the butcher, it takes a good several seconds before Danta's request repeats itself in her mind. "Right, it's uh, in the back. I'll be right back." Not wanting to disturb the butcher, Flora holds up a finger to indicate she'd back—and not that she was running off or anything—before slipping through one of the doors in the back of the bar.
Flexing like a goddamn acrobat
Me and karma vibe like that
Me and karma vibe like that
