that drip could turn torrential

Kaisel

With any luck, Asta might put on a show tonight for them, regaling them with all sorts of shadow displays. He might have asked outright for it if Flora's lean towards him didn't snare his attention, 'brows rising with fresh uncertainty at the low warning (?) she offers. It's spoken with a certain warmth to it, but terrifying doesn't exactly inspire the same image of entertainment he had in mind. Not that the grinning fleet at Asta's heels had been particularly whimsical, so perhaps it was always due to be a horror instead of a dark comedy. "Just like you," he murmurs back to her, and though she's no shadows to speak of, she's haunted and terrified him plenty still. Usually with erections and domestic battles, but the point remains.

With her complaint buried in her drink, he doesn't catch the grumble Flora lets loose, else he might have picked her up in apology for the offense of holding her hand. The lava sounds rather like the setting Flora puts on the shower, so he just nods along, because of course. "Oh! I'm gonna ask Dygra for my next quest, it was Charlie's idea," he chirps at the familiar offer of the name, overall unphased by the idea of heating the entire coastline for some friends. Seems reasonable enough to him. "Maybe you could ask her then," he offers easily enough, and the four (five, with Charlie) of them could all get together again in their neck of the woods.

Blissfully unaware of the innuendos sailing back and forth like a pro badminton match, not having even the slightest inkling that Flora had connected with them in more ways than friendship, he happily sips at his drink and marches along to the house, glancing back and forth with Flora's hand swinging merrily beside him.

Wanted me to fail out of spite, I didn't
All bark but they don't bite, they timid

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