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"They'd all think I killed you." Flora counters, sounding almost defensive. Maybe Jack didn't deserve nice, and though she did feel like a complete fucking fool, knowing what she did now, what else could she possibly have expected? For Jack to have come clean to her earlier? And why would he do that? Because he'd been so swept away by her character? By her potential? Hardly. If anything she was just mad that she knew about it, because it made being around him feel more than just intimate. It felt unsafe, leaving her feeling on edge.
"No, I know. Just waterboarding with fountain water." She confirmed with crooked smile. As for someone outside the door? "Oh, and how would I do that without giving you up, huh?" Rolling her eyes, Flora briefly considered flinging herself against the door and moaning loudly, but it occurred to her that might just encourage him to stay.
Instead, she cleared her throat before leaning toward the seam of the door. "You want what cleaned? Alright, I'll get the first person I see to do it. Be right back."
"No, I know. Just waterboarding with fountain water." She confirmed with crooked smile. As for someone outside the door? "Oh, and how would I do that without giving you up, huh?" Rolling her eyes, Flora briefly considered flinging herself against the door and moaning loudly, but it occurred to her that might just encourage him to stay.
Instead, she cleared her throat before leaning toward the seam of the door. "You want what cleaned? Alright, I'll get the first person I see to do it. Be right back."
My house of stone, your ivy grows
And now I'm covered in you
And now I'm covered in you
