- You think that you're the man. I think, therefore, I am. -
Lowering the dagger from her lips, Thal scoffs. "You can have all the fins for all I care. They're too rubbery for my taste." She prefers the fat meat of the underbelly, the kind that melts in her mouth whether cooked or raw, hence the reason she'd slashed the sides, specifically choosing not to butcher the best part. She's not a monster after all.
Her eyes narrow at the question, not appreciating that her confusion had been evident, that there might have been a momentary lapse in her defenses. She stills her body to keep from giving too much away, instead flipping her bloody dagger in her hand like it would make her seem more casually avoidant than nervous, her voice flippantly dry. "Maybe." Although she finds herself curious as to Danta's own darting experience.
Her eyes narrow at the question, not appreciating that her confusion had been evident, that there might have been a momentary lapse in her defenses. She stills her body to keep from giving too much away, instead flipping her bloody dagger in her hand like it would make her seem more casually avoidant than nervous, her voice flippantly dry. "Maybe." Although she finds herself curious as to Danta's own darting experience.
Thalassa
- I'm not your friend or anything, damn -
