Life is either a daring adventure or nothing.
Another laugh comes to flow around 'The Gentleman Butcher' as she flashes him a playful smile. "It has a lovely ring to it." If anything, it's suspiciously ominous, an oxymoron in the delicate destruction it suggests. She can imagine the fear and confusion it might spread.
His dramatic gasp only makes her grin sharpen, a twinkle brightening her eyes. "Who said anything about 'clothes'?" He works at a brothel for gods' sake, she'd think he's seen enough women naked not to care, and it's not like she's shy; however, it doesn't seem like something 'friends' would do, and Thal shrugs her shoulders. "Don't worry. I'll make the fire so thick that it doesn't compromise your gentleman status." Although her words are sarcastic enough to assure him that she won't actually sit in the fire, just very close to it.
Thal dips her head 'graciously' at his politeness, rolling her eyes as she steps through the door. As for it being 'worth it,' she chuckles, flaring the flames in the fireplace as she makes her way to a chest at the foot of her bed. "I'll have to agree with you on that." Because even though her clothes are caked in cold blood and drying rainwater, her heart and stomach are full of warmth, a smile lingering on her features longer than it had in years.
She pulls some fresh clothes out of the chest for herself, but nothing will fit the behemoth of a man and she mumbles loudly under her breath, "No one needs to be that tall... Head in the clouds... Absurd half-giant tree..." When she finally finds the thick blanket buried in the bottom, she turns to face Asta, pasting a cheeky grin on her face. "This should fit." Offering it forward, she shoots him a wink.
His dramatic gasp only makes her grin sharpen, a twinkle brightening her eyes. "Who said anything about 'clothes'?" He works at a brothel for gods' sake, she'd think he's seen enough women naked not to care, and it's not like she's shy; however, it doesn't seem like something 'friends' would do, and Thal shrugs her shoulders. "Don't worry. I'll make the fire so thick that it doesn't compromise your gentleman status." Although her words are sarcastic enough to assure him that she won't actually sit in the fire, just very close to it.
Thal dips her head 'graciously' at his politeness, rolling her eyes as she steps through the door. As for it being 'worth it,' she chuckles, flaring the flames in the fireplace as she makes her way to a chest at the foot of her bed. "I'll have to agree with you on that." Because even though her clothes are caked in cold blood and drying rainwater, her heart and stomach are full of warmth, a smile lingering on her features longer than it had in years.
She pulls some fresh clothes out of the chest for herself, but nothing will fit the behemoth of a man and she mumbles loudly under her breath, "No one needs to be that tall... Head in the clouds... Absurd half-giant tree..." When she finally finds the thick blanket buried in the bottom, she turns to face Asta, pasting a cheeky grin on her face. "This should fit." Offering it forward, she shoots him a wink.
Thalassa
