this is why we can't have nice things, honey
"Being soooooo....?" She isn't about to let him off the hook. Elusive? Pompous? Up his own ass? Do tell Ronin, do tell.
Though Flora straightens and nods, turning toward the pathway which would lead them toward the Marketplace, she tilts her head suspiciously to the side. "Pretty sure anyone you bumped into would trip over themselves to just lick your boots, or—" Glancing down at his knee, she raises her eyebrows. "—patch your pants for you, much less show you around the marketplace." She purrs innocently as they stroll. "You don't need me to show you where things are."
Having much better things to do with her day than pander to Ronin's ... well, whatever this was, Flora sighs softly. "Soooo, what is it exactly you want?" She had some idea, but gods she wanted to hear him say it: Mateo said you were mean to him
Though Flora straightens and nods, turning toward the pathway which would lead them toward the Marketplace, she tilts her head suspiciously to the side. "Pretty sure anyone you bumped into would trip over themselves to just lick your boots, or—" Glancing down at his knee, she raises her eyebrows. "—patch your pants for you, much less show you around the marketplace." She purrs innocently as they stroll. "You don't need me to show you where things are."
Having much better things to do with her day than pander to Ronin's ... well, whatever this was, Flora sighs softly. "Soooo, what is it exactly you want?" She had some idea, but gods she wanted to hear him say it: Mateo said you were mean to him
