flora
Flora's smile is catlike as she peers up at Luka, her eyes narrowing slightly beneath darkly-painted lashes. Where bluntness might have been second nature to the Halovian, flirtation was just as instinctive to Flora. Nevermind the chaos and drama in her life, the festering wound on her arm and heart; the Doubletake was always up for a bit of banter. "Of course I could. But why waste time making up stories when I have plenty of real ones to tell?" She wonders coyly before glancing down at her arm again and shrugging slightly. "It really was just a big weird fyrhund, and we killed it quite quickly. The end."
As for Safrin's absence being the reason her wound wasn't healing, that...was actually a really good point. "You might be onto something with that." Grinning up at Luka, she places her hand in his making sure to slide her fingertips along his before resting her palm atop his. "Go on then, do your worst."
As for Safrin's absence being the reason her wound wasn't healing, that...was actually a really good point. "You might be onto something with that." Grinning up at Luka, she places her hand in his making sure to slide her fingertips along his before resting her palm atop his. "Go on then, do your worst."
damn they don't make them like this anymore
