Thalassa
Pointing a threat, Thal's eyes narrow. "And don't you forget it." She smiles, somehow confident that Asta would be the last person to misjudge her, making her all the happier to have someone who understands.
Noting the pink tinge of his cheeks, Thal's smile turns a little sharper, especially knowing that she has nothing of equal value for him to tease about. She clicks her tongue and shakes her head, her boot intentionally crunching on a broken shell. "Sounds about right." Because although she may be a 'simple woman,' she knows that not many are, dependent saps who want reassurance every hour of the day. Shrugging her shoulders, she says dismissively, "Hence why I don't bother with such things." 'Things' being dating and romantic relationships, and worst of all - intimacy.
Asta's grin is met with one of her own as she moves to pluck the conch shell from his hands, inspecting it for any signs of damage like a professional shell appraiser at a pawn shop. When she finds none, she lets out a pleased hum through her smirk, shooting him an approving nod. "Nice work."
Thal extends her arm to offer the shell back, but she keeps it just out of reach, a mischievous look on her face as she lays out the bargain. "Before I let you take a listen, I have to know... how did you think dating worked?" Her laughter is chiming amusement, a twinkle of wicked curiosity on her face to know how the Butcher might have misunderstood current customs enough to ruin things with Flora.
Noting the pink tinge of his cheeks, Thal's smile turns a little sharper, especially knowing that she has nothing of equal value for him to tease about. She clicks her tongue and shakes her head, her boot intentionally crunching on a broken shell. "Sounds about right." Because although she may be a 'simple woman,' she knows that not many are, dependent saps who want reassurance every hour of the day. Shrugging her shoulders, she says dismissively, "Hence why I don't bother with such things." 'Things' being dating and romantic relationships, and worst of all - intimacy.
Asta's grin is met with one of her own as she moves to pluck the conch shell from his hands, inspecting it for any signs of damage like a professional shell appraiser at a pawn shop. When she finds none, she lets out a pleased hum through her smirk, shooting him an approving nod. "Nice work."
Thal extends her arm to offer the shell back, but she keeps it just out of reach, a mischievous look on her face as she lays out the bargain. "Before I let you take a listen, I have to know... how did you think dating worked?" Her laughter is chiming amusement, a twinkle of wicked curiosity on her face to know how the Butcher might have misunderstood current customs enough to ruin things with Flora.
I'm in love with my future
