flora
"Mmmmmm, so you've said." The queen purrs, momentarily forgetting that she was supposed to be upset with him and instead feeling inclined to simply lay down across the bar in order to curl around him as he leans so rogushly against it.
..Whitebrim though...that was...
Before the thought can take hold—Halo, cannibalism—Danta is singing and suddenly Flora remembers herself. Eyeing the butcher carefully, though he certainly stared at Danta fondly, it wasn't with the open-mouthed sort of wonder that would have confirmed the suspicion trying to build itself into more than it was in the pit of her stomach, but it wasn't nothing, either.
"As if I'd offer you anything else." Flora hums slyly, before leaning back as the butcher rather lithely makes his way onto the bar and then over it. Had anyone else done that she might have scolded them for it, but as Asta had helped her rebuild the entire place, she supposed he had as much right as she did to treat it like his own. "First that one—" She points at a bottle of something clear with red flowers on the label. "Half, and then....that one." Pointing to a simple syrup with a cherry on it, the queen nods. "Then that one.' The final element was something dark and syrupy which would immediately hit the butcher's nose with an alcoholic punch of sweet berry.
"Hey..." Unlike either Danta or Asta, Flora was not as inclined to mince words or just let things go, and so with the butcher relatively contained behind the bar, the queen makes the most of it. "Can I ask you something? And I need you to answer me honestly. Do you think you can do that?"
..Whitebrim though...that was...
Before the thought can take hold—Halo, cannibalism—Danta is singing and suddenly Flora remembers herself. Eyeing the butcher carefully, though he certainly stared at Danta fondly, it wasn't with the open-mouthed sort of wonder that would have confirmed the suspicion trying to build itself into more than it was in the pit of her stomach, but it wasn't nothing, either.
"As if I'd offer you anything else." Flora hums slyly, before leaning back as the butcher rather lithely makes his way onto the bar and then over it. Had anyone else done that she might have scolded them for it, but as Asta had helped her rebuild the entire place, she supposed he had as much right as she did to treat it like his own. "First that one—" She points at a bottle of something clear with red flowers on the label. "Half, and then....that one." Pointing to a simple syrup with a cherry on it, the queen nods. "Then that one.' The final element was something dark and syrupy which would immediately hit the butcher's nose with an alcoholic punch of sweet berry.
"Hey..." Unlike either Danta or Asta, Flora was not as inclined to mince words or just let things go, and so with the butcher relatively contained behind the bar, the queen makes the most of it. "Can I ask you something? And I need you to answer me honestly. Do you think you can do that?"
Flexing like a goddamn acrobat
Me and karma vibe like that
Me and karma vibe like that
