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'Ohh..well.' Turning slightly and yanking a touch at her sundress—would Melita mind this sudden showing of thigh? Flora didn't really think so—where her daggers were kept on a garter belt. 'Mine are from manticore feathers, but...' Handing one to Melita that the Honeybee might see for herself, Flora holds up a warning finger. "There's poison on them, so be careful. But you could do something like that? Mine always fly back into my hand but maybe yours explode if that's your vibe."
Sitting down a comfortable distance away, Flora reaches for Spice and tries to corral the dragonling into her lap. "Thanks. Ronin found her. You know Ronin, right?" Who didn't, Cassanova that he was. However as the Honeybee brings up the incident at the tavern, all thoughts of dragons and demigods are forgotten.
Turning mischievously toward the other girl, her jaw dropped with bright intrigue, Flora exhales pointedly. "Yeah, what the fuck was that? I mean, first off I always thought he was trying to bang my mom, but like...girl you turned him down hard." Said with approval rather than judgement, Flora twists her lips into a smug little frown.
Sitting down a comfortable distance away, Flora reaches for Spice and tries to corral the dragonling into her lap. "Thanks. Ronin found her. You know Ronin, right?" Who didn't, Cassanova that he was. However as the Honeybee brings up the incident at the tavern, all thoughts of dragons and demigods are forgotten.
Turning mischievously toward the other girl, her jaw dropped with bright intrigue, Flora exhales pointedly. "Yeah, what the fuck was that? I mean, first off I always thought he was trying to bang my mom, but like...girl you turned him down hard." Said with approval rather than judgement, Flora twists her lips into a smug little frown.
We need love, But all we want is danger
We team up, Then switch sides like a record changer
We team up, Then switch sides like a record changer
