Fool me once, fool me twice
Are you death or paradise?
Are you death or paradise?
She catches his careful self-assessment and following smile, glancing regretfully at the charred edges of his pants - another strangeness of the interaction. If she had bloodboon, she might have been able to heal him, but alas, Thal isn't good for much more than making trouble, not fixing it; so she lets the issue lie, trusting Asta to let her know if he needs assistance.
Only one of the names rings a bell, and she spots the sharp flick of his tail as he says it. Tilting her head, she slides her hands casually into her pockets. "Ah. The infamous Captain Jack Barclay, hm? I expected him to be... bigger." His reputation doesn't conjure images of the whily average height man she'd seen today. If anything, she'd have expected someone who looks more like Asta - broad shoulders, taller than life - so no one should blame her when Jack doesn't quite live up to what she'd have imagined. In fact, she doesn't feel very intimidated by him at all despite the fact that they could be considered 'competitors,' but perhaps that's just the purple hue of her emotions.
Kicking a loose clod of dirt, Thal thinks about the other participant, a small sneer of disgust appearing on her lips. "Want to guess who showed up on my ship the other day?" She doesn't think it'll be hard for him to guess based on the topic, but she lets the suspence hang, nonetheless, sure that Asta will appreciate the dramatics.
Only one of the names rings a bell, and she spots the sharp flick of his tail as he says it. Tilting her head, she slides her hands casually into her pockets. "Ah. The infamous Captain Jack Barclay, hm? I expected him to be... bigger." His reputation doesn't conjure images of the whily average height man she'd seen today. If anything, she'd have expected someone who looks more like Asta - broad shoulders, taller than life - so no one should blame her when Jack doesn't quite live up to what she'd have imagined. In fact, she doesn't feel very intimidated by him at all despite the fact that they could be considered 'competitors,' but perhaps that's just the purple hue of her emotions.
Kicking a loose clod of dirt, Thal thinks about the other participant, a small sneer of disgust appearing on her lips. "Want to guess who showed up on my ship the other day?" She doesn't think it'll be hard for him to guess based on the topic, but she lets the suspence hang, nonetheless, sure that Asta will appreciate the dramatics.
Now you'll never see me cry
There's just no time to die
There's just no time to die
Thalassa
