Whether I'm gonna curse you out or
Take you back to my house
Take you back to my house
Mention of her mother has butterflies lifting off inside of her stomach. Twisting, the queen leans against the crates. "Speaking of.." Lifting her brows playfully at him, Flora raises her chin, her blue eyes flashing mischievously. "When are you going to propose??? It's like, the worst secret that I know!" Well, aside from Jack being a telepath of course.
"Oh, okay." Widening her eyes, the queen nudges against the Flood if only to emphasize just how similar he was to a statue made of carved fucking marble, rather than some noodly man who needed luck to make his way through the world. Either way, though. "I'll take two, and send you two shells from home?" Lifting her brows to make sure that was okay, Flora reached for two of the jars, giving each a shake if only to see the opalescent shards flick and flutter.
"Oh, okay." Widening her eyes, the queen nudges against the Flood if only to emphasize just how similar he was to a statue made of carved fucking marble, rather than some noodly man who needed luck to make his way through the world. Either way, though. "I'll take two, and send you two shells from home?" Lifting her brows to make sure that was okay, Flora reached for two of the jars, giving each a shake if only to see the opalescent shards flick and flutter.
flora
I haven't decided yet
But I'm gonna get you back
But I'm gonna get you back
