walk me home in the dead of night
Rolling her eyes annoyed that the courier was folding quite so easily, the Doubletake was forced to toss her hands with exasperation, both smug and frustrated for having won so quickly. "Well....don't be." She suggested spitefully, before deflating almost instantly. Though Flora could be quick to anger and was absolutely prone to theatrics (not unlike her mother), she was equally quick to settle as well when her attention was diverted.
Twitching her lips to the side, Flora spins on one foot and retrieves the lantern she'd been working on for her twin. Bringing it over to the table and slumping down, she nudges it forward for Tal's appraisal. The object was asymmetrical and dripping with gems and slices of satin. Mateo had helped her grow some ivy as well to make it seem as though the stability was provided by nature rather than the wires inside. "I never really know what catches Ludo's eye, but...I'd really like to see him again." Glancing across the table, Flora tilts her head. "Who's yours for?"
Twitching her lips to the side, Flora spins on one foot and retrieves the lantern she'd been working on for her twin. Bringing it over to the table and slumping down, she nudges it forward for Tal's appraisal. The object was asymmetrical and dripping with gems and slices of satin. Mateo had helped her grow some ivy as well to make it seem as though the stability was provided by nature rather than the wires inside. "I never really know what catches Ludo's eye, but...I'd really like to see him again." Glancing across the table, Flora tilts her head. "Who's yours for?"
