I can. I will. You better watch me.
Her lips form in a pouty frown at his words. 'Sometimes' isn't a yes, and she can't seem to register why anyone who's met Safrin wouldn't miss the goddess. "I find that hard to believe. My mom's great." Nova takes another large sip of her drink around the sulking of disagreement and defensiveness. Per usual, the sugar (and alcohol) does wonders for those pesky negative emotions, shattering it apart in a burst of pink light.
She rests her elbows on the counter, cradling the dregs of her daquiri closer. It makes it easier to flop her head to the side, looking suddenly at the demigod. Humming, she sways slightly in her seat, a pleasant smile across her face as she makes her decision about him. Pointing with a swerving finger that tries to pin his moving figure in place, she says, "You're nice. I like you, Ronin." It's decisive and claiming, leaving him no room to argue as she flashes him an easy, buzzed smile.
She rests her elbows on the counter, cradling the dregs of her daquiri closer. It makes it easier to flop her head to the side, looking suddenly at the demigod. Humming, she sways slightly in her seat, a pleasant smile across her face as she makes her decision about him. Pointing with a swerving finger that tries to pin his moving figure in place, she says, "You're nice. I like you, Ronin." It's decisive and claiming, leaving him no room to argue as she flashes him an easy, buzzed smile.
Nova