Life is either a daring adventure or nothing.
"See? That's the best part, I don't need to be good at drawing. A poorly drawn dick is still a dick." She raises her finger as if there's no refuting the point, a sharp grin on her features. It's childish and she knows it, but where would be the fun in something serious? It will look all the more hilarious on the features of someone so 'prim' and 'proper,' and she wonders if she might still try it if he's not a statue.
Thal nearly loses it at his 'paternal encouragement' of her worth, feeling the hysterics bubble in her chest again. For now, she throws him a roll of her blue eyes, her smile teasing in her retort. "I suppose I'd make the perfect arm rest for someone who's two people in a waistcoat." She chuckles as she takes a sip of her own bourbon, mentally wondering why he doesn't leave some height for the rest of them. It wouldn't be as hard to be intimidating if she was towering over people.
Propping her head on her hand, her eyes shimmer with amusement. "Just promise when you're done with me, you'll put me on the deck of The Marauder and sink it. A captain always goes down with her ship." That, and she finds it comforting to think that she'd be where her heart always calls to be, ending right where she began like some sappy poem. Although she doesn't say that aloud, just giving Asta a playful smile that talks flippantly of death and destruction.
Thal nearly loses it at his 'paternal encouragement' of her worth, feeling the hysterics bubble in her chest again. For now, she throws him a roll of her blue eyes, her smile teasing in her retort. "I suppose I'd make the perfect arm rest for someone who's two people in a waistcoat." She chuckles as she takes a sip of her own bourbon, mentally wondering why he doesn't leave some height for the rest of them. It wouldn't be as hard to be intimidating if she was towering over people.
Propping her head on her hand, her eyes shimmer with amusement. "Just promise when you're done with me, you'll put me on the deck of The Marauder and sink it. A captain always goes down with her ship." That, and she finds it comforting to think that she'd be where her heart always calls to be, ending right where she began like some sappy poem. Although she doesn't say that aloud, just giving Asta a playful smile that talks flippantly of death and destruction.
Thalassa
