Thalassa
I worry this is how I’m always gonna feel.
Lowering her hand, she throws him a conspiratorial grin. "Coming from you, I trust they have impeccable designs." Not that she needs anything fancy, but at least she knows they can replace the simple black shirt that's currently clinging to her like a second skin, wet and smokey, and very much covered in mud. Then she won't end up going to the bar looking like a drowned rat someone tried to grill. That would probably have drawn more attention at the bar, blowing their cover before it had a chance to start.
Her eyes flick to Asta, winking as she steps in next to him, no longer accosted by the sentient mud. "Maybe we can get you a disguise while we're there. Something less... stiff." Thal chuckles, low and teasing with the full implication of causing trouble - most likely at the expense of this new bar and singer. That's just what happens when people stand in the way of two chaos-inclined Ancients.
[FIN]
Her eyes flick to Asta, winking as she steps in next to him, no longer accosted by the sentient mud. "Maybe we can get you a disguise while we're there. Something less... stiff." Thal chuckles, low and teasing with the full implication of causing trouble - most likely at the expense of this new bar and singer. That's just what happens when people stand in the way of two chaos-inclined Ancients.
[FIN]
But nothing lasts. I know the deal.
