The world's a little blurry,
or maybe it's my eyes,
or maybe it's my eyes,
Thal knows that the compliment is as much truth as a placating technique based on the coiling amusement of the pair's expressions. It still makes her feel childish in her need for validation, but that doesn't mean she denies it, her head lifting with pride and a hint of snark on the curve of her lips. "You're right. Not everyone can be a natural like us." Although Asta might be surprised to learn that her first shift wasn't quite as vicious or predatory as he might think.
Accepting the refill of her drink, she immediately lifts it to sip - which turns into a gulp at his words. Her voice is thick with sarcasm as she says, "Great. As long as she doesn't get in my way - or do anything stupid to piss me off." She adds a sharp, mocking smile to the end, knowing that there's little that doesn't set her off. Thal even crosses her legs, her glass dangling confidently in her fingers and her tail flicking idly, everything about her posture turning to that of the swaggering pirate captain who would relish in the opportunity to put the woman in her place. However, she might have added that if Aithne plays nice, she might be willing to do the same.
Accepting the refill of her drink, she immediately lifts it to sip - which turns into a gulp at his words. Her voice is thick with sarcasm as she says, "Great. As long as she doesn't get in my way - or do anything stupid to piss me off." She adds a sharp, mocking smile to the end, knowing that there's little that doesn't set her off. Thal even crosses her legs, her glass dangling confidently in her fingers and her tail flicking idly, everything about her posture turning to that of the swaggering pirate captain who would relish in the opportunity to put the woman in her place. However, she might have added that if Aithne plays nice, she might be willing to do the same.
the friends I've had to bury
they keep me up at night.
they keep me up at night.
Thalassa
