HOTARU
Normally Hotaru would utterly agree, but given she'd had history with nearly every single head in that bar it was probably for the best that it hadn't happened. Instead she merely laughs delicately and reclines against the smooth stone at her back, hands falling on Flora's legs as they come across her lap and beginning to massage at her calves. They would surely use the massage tables later but it was always nice to share physical affection with her daughter.
Given George had gotten caught out on their date she doesn't even pretend to be surprised. Pleased? Absolutely. Hotaru looks like the cat who got the cream, and it's not even her Guild. "If you wanted to rule you know you merely need say the word, though I think this goal is far more fun than leadership." That's why Ru doesn't seek it out herself or so will be my excuse.
Joining is a little more surprising. Hotaru would be a great ace up Flora's sleeve, but then again it would also mean she could only come to her for larger things. The hand attached to the arm Flora clings to removes itself from massaging to instead lift out of the mud to hold her back, charmed by the flattery. "There is someone in your ranks I have my eye on," she teases, as if that reason is somehow stronger than Flora's own request. Deimos will surely be disappointed if she must withdraw from the MHG, but killing things was a firm second on her roster of favorite things to do. "Really though I'd be honored. Though don't think I forgot your workaholic comment - it's merely convenient this will bring me to Torchline more, hm?" Using her mud-coated fingers to pinch at Flora's cheeks with a gleam in her eyes, smearing it on the woman's skin.
Given George had gotten caught out on their date she doesn't even pretend to be surprised. Pleased? Absolutely. Hotaru looks like the cat who got the cream, and it's not even her Guild. "If you wanted to rule you know you merely need say the word, though I think this goal is far more fun than leadership." That's why Ru doesn't seek it out herself or so will be my excuse.
Joining is a little more surprising. Hotaru would be a great ace up Flora's sleeve, but then again it would also mean she could only come to her for larger things. The hand attached to the arm Flora clings to removes itself from massaging to instead lift out of the mud to hold her back, charmed by the flattery. "There is someone in your ranks I have my eye on," she teases, as if that reason is somehow stronger than Flora's own request. Deimos will surely be disappointed if she must withdraw from the MHG, but killing things was a firm second on her roster of favorite things to do. "Really though I'd be honored. Though don't think I forgot your workaholic comment - it's merely convenient this will bring me to Torchline more, hm?" Using her mud-coated fingers to pinch at Flora's cheeks with a gleam in her eyes, smearing it on the woman's skin.
Oh, drunken gods of slaughter
You know I've always been your favorite daughter
You know I've always been your favorite daughter
