karma's a relaxing thought, aren't you envious that for you it's not?
"Did you? And here I thought you were still working on your ABCs." Flora says playfully. "Was it any good?" She asks, mildly curious. It could be that her sibling read that sort of thing for the fashion as much as the fucking; either way she was interested in his opinion of it.
With her lower lip held between her teeth, Flora watches Mateo with bated breath as the botanist surveys what she considers her real accomplishment over the past few weeks. Exhaling only when she thinks she has his approval, the Doubletake folds her arms comfortably over her chest and shrugs coyly. "Depends what sort of function." She purrs. "Certainly not bingo though."
Gesturing at the ceiling, at empty spaces on the shelves, on the walkways by the canal, Flora turns expectantly toward her brother. "I was hoping to...you know, have you help me fill those with some of your plants. Maybe the kind that like to grow in the dark? That maybe...shouldn't be touched, or inhaled, or.." She shrugs, rolling one wrist.
With her lower lip held between her teeth, Flora watches Mateo with bated breath as the botanist surveys what she considers her real accomplishment over the past few weeks. Exhaling only when she thinks she has his approval, the Doubletake folds her arms comfortably over her chest and shrugs coyly. "Depends what sort of function." She purrs. "Certainly not bingo though."
Gesturing at the ceiling, at empty spaces on the shelves, on the walkways by the canal, Flora turns expectantly toward her brother. "I was hoping to...you know, have you help me fill those with some of your plants. Maybe the kind that like to grow in the dark? That maybe...shouldn't be touched, or inhaled, or.." She shrugs, rolling one wrist.
