brotherly love

flora

"Ooh a dragon? It's so weird to think that they get bigger than Sugar, you know?" Running her tongue defiantly across her teeth as her little brother continues to act his age, Flora tosses a strand of perfectly curled hair over her shoulder and wonders if anyone in the bar has mistaken Mateo as being her child. Ew.

'Ugh, as !" Flora hisses, before leaning forward to inspect her fact in the salt shaker on their table. There isn't a wrinkle in sight, but that doesn't mean Flora won't absolutely be doing an intense anti-wrinkle mask that evening just to make sure.

"I have no idea." Taking another sip of sangria (of course she hasn't had good sangria, you think the bartender is going to offer her anything more than cheap wine mixed with juice?), Flora shrugs. "Why? You want to go be a little hero like dad and knock it down yourself?"

never be so kind
you forget to be clever

Code taken from Sky who is utter perfection