candlewax & polaroids on the hardwood floor
Gazing down at her big brother who was lamenting a glorified stick bug that had just tried to kill them, the Doubletake huffs with annoyance before softening. Mateo was her only sibling now, unless Remi and Ronin decided to make use of Phoebe's baby patch any time soon, or if her mother stopped being such a workaholic. And with that in mind, Flora reached down to press her fingers into his tangle of curls and scratch his head with her nails.
"No, no, the beauty is still there." She whispers softly, before groping for Mateo's hand to tug him to his feet. "Why don't you...save it. Look, there are two pieces left. Do you have any jars in your bag?" Mateo had everything and then some in his bag, but she could confidently assume he'd have some botany...stuff amidst the makeup.
"Scoop it up and we can go back to our picnic and I'll tell you about my worst date."
~FIN
"No, no, the beauty is still there." She whispers softly, before groping for Mateo's hand to tug him to his feet. "Why don't you...save it. Look, there are two pieces left. Do you have any jars in your bag?" Mateo had everything and then some in his bag, but she could confidently assume he'd have some botany...stuff amidst the makeup.
"Scoop it up and we can go back to our picnic and I'll tell you about my worst date."
~FIN
