\\ Get my pretty name out of your mouth \\
There's no surprise in her eyes as Asta follows her order, knowing that she's left him with little choice in the matter, but she still flashes him a cocky grin as she joins him on the street. They make quite an odd sight, all fanged grins and pointy edges, each dangerous in their own strange way that has people staring glancing as they pass. Thal doesn't mind, no longer hiding her Ancient features behind a hood, if anything, her tail flicks a little sharper as she walks by his side.
Their next shop is very different than the previous, more 'prim' and 'proper' with its tailored waists and stiff collars, elaborate textiles and precise stitching. She's somewhat impressed by the sight, her eyes roving the displays - because they're much too intricate to be just 'racks' anymore. Thal gets the feeling that stealing something from here might make her a fortune, but she shuts down that line of thinking as Asta leads them with obvious intent. If it isn't black, she isn't the most skilled shopper, but she spots a waistcoat with swirling patterns of glinting black embroidery over a deep gray while another has an elegant pattern of diamond shaped texture running down the breast of its golden fabric. Trailing her slender fingers along the lapel, she asks, "Like one of these? Or something more... garish?" Her eyebrow raises curiously, wondering what exactly the Butcher might be searching for between simple and baffling.
Their next shop is very different than the previous, more 'prim' and 'proper' with its tailored waists and stiff collars, elaborate textiles and precise stitching. She's somewhat impressed by the sight, her eyes roving the displays - because they're much too intricate to be just 'racks' anymore. Thal gets the feeling that stealing something from here might make her a fortune, but she shuts down that line of thinking as Asta leads them with obvious intent. If it isn't black, she isn't the most skilled shopper, but she spots a waistcoat with swirling patterns of glinting black embroidery over a deep gray while another has an elegant pattern of diamond shaped texture running down the breast of its golden fabric. Trailing her slender fingers along the lapel, she asks, "Like one of these? Or something more... garish?" Her eyebrow raises curiously, wondering what exactly the Butcher might be searching for between simple and baffling.
Thalassa
