Dance with the waves, move with the sea,
His denial doesn't convince her, but she shares in his smile until he offers the next tongue twister. She raises an eyebrow encompassing every level of 'Are you serious?' she can muster, but Asta's smile feels like a challenge, and Thal never turns down a challenge. She just might need some extra alcohol to do so.
Once she's taken another few sips of whiskey, the Captain shifts in her seat to prepare for the effort. Lifting her chin with a resigned sigh, she attempts to replicate the slithering consonants without much luck. "Thik - thikth thockth thit in a think, thoaking up thoap thudth." The flicking of her tongue makes it feel useless and rubbery, stumbling over the sounds to the point that the Ps pop clumsily. If anything, she sounds worse.
Thal groans, draping her head back in a way that might have enticed another man. Her hair hung in a loose curtain that parted around her curved horns, like wet ink that glistens in the firelight. She runs a hand through it as she says, "If you're not playing with me, you mutht be thowing off." Especially with his thick accent easily maneuvering around the syllables, she feels less and less confident that she's going to be able to conquer this obnoxious lisp, and more and more jealous of his voice.
Once she's taken another few sips of whiskey, the Captain shifts in her seat to prepare for the effort. Lifting her chin with a resigned sigh, she attempts to replicate the slithering consonants without much luck. "Thik - thikth thockth thit in a think, thoaking up thoap thudth." The flicking of her tongue makes it feel useless and rubbery, stumbling over the sounds to the point that the Ps pop clumsily. If anything, she sounds worse.
Thal groans, draping her head back in a way that might have enticed another man. Her hair hung in a loose curtain that parted around her curved horns, like wet ink that glistens in the firelight. She runs a hand through it as she says, "If you're not playing with me, you mutht be thowing off." Especially with his thick accent easily maneuvering around the syllables, she feels less and less confident that she's going to be able to conquer this obnoxious lisp, and more and more jealous of his voice.
Thalassa
let the rhythm of the water set your soul free.
