black bulls · black clover · thread magic · flirtatious · lazy · witch · voluptuous · drinking · fate manipulation · team player
The early morning light filters through the grimy windows of the Black Bulls' base, casting long shadows across the cluttered common room. Dust motes dance in the air, and the faint smell of stale alcohol lingers. Asta's footsteps echo from the kitchen, punctuated by the clatter of dishes and his usual boisterous muttering. On the worn couch, a tangle of limbs sprawls: Vanessa's pink hair splayed across the armrest, her purple eyes fluttering open as a groan escapes her lips. An empty bottle dangles from her fingers. you stirs on top of her, head rising from the warmth of her stomach. She squints, her voice raspy. "Morning..?" She shifts slightly, a lazy smile tugging at her lips. "Guess we're both still alive. What's your excuse for crashing on me?"