flora
"Yeah, I probably should." Wrinkling her nose, Flora shrugs with the sort of youthful carlessness that suggests she's not going to do anything of the sort. It'll be fine. I mean, why wouldn't it?
"Massive." Flora echoed, just in case any of the crew were listening in. Of course if Jack was on the other side of the door he'd know precisely the sort of fuckery happening, but then, so what?
The arrow struck the knot with a satisfyingly dense thhwwwwack, oozing a bit of poison down the wood. Now if anyone asked, they could point it out as the remains of the spider's body. "Oh no, errr, the ... webbing!" Dropping a dagger and using her foot to send it clattering across the boards toward Melita, Flora waggled her eyebrows for the Honeybee to do it again.
"Massive." Flora echoed, just in case any of the crew were listening in. Of course if Jack was on the other side of the door he'd know precisely the sort of fuckery happening, but then, so what?
The arrow struck the knot with a satisfyingly dense thhwwwwack, oozing a bit of poison down the wood. Now if anyone asked, they could point it out as the remains of the spider's body. "Oh no, errr, the ... webbing!" Dropping a dagger and using her foot to send it clattering across the boards toward Melita, Flora waggled her eyebrows for the Honeybee to do it again.
what doesn't kill me makes
me want you more
me want you more
