flora
Scowling down at the captain, her surprise as evident in the o of her lips as in the rainy greys of her thoughts, Flora theatrically lifts her hands before letting them flop down at her sides. "I am interested." She huffs. "Just not in being treated like a fucking child." Which, lol. "I'm allowed to make up my own mind about things. Just because you've helped yourself to my thoughts doesn't mean you get to control them." Or at least, not so fucking obviously.
Swiping the rum off of the table in a petulant move to deny him anymore if he decided to storm out of the bar, Flora simply eyes him. Annoyed at the lack of praise for how well she'd done, at his judgement of her thought process, of having not fucking learned anything so far she couldn't have pieced together for herself, the queen grit her teeth together.
"Maybe instead of asking Safrin for a ship upgrade you should ask for something not to make you such a miserable cunt when your head hurts."
Swiping the rum off of the table in a petulant move to deny him anymore if he decided to storm out of the bar, Flora simply eyes him. Annoyed at the lack of praise for how well she'd done, at his judgement of her thought process, of having not fucking learned anything so far she couldn't have pieced together for herself, the queen grit her teeth together.
"Maybe instead of asking Safrin for a ship upgrade you should ask for something not to make you such a miserable cunt when your head hurts."
what doesn't kill me makes
me want you more
me want you more
