flora
"Come and visit anytime." Flora purrs as she lifts her sunglasses from her face and rests them on top of her head. She might have said only you, though but thought better of it. Despite the way her stomach still clenched at the thought of Asta's hands and mouth on her body and the way he'd made her feel so wanted—so seen—she had to constantly remind herself that for as big as her emotions made it seem, it wasn't actually that serious. So, reaching for a stool before waggling her fingers at one of the servers, Flora sinks down at the Maverick's side with a sigh.
Raising her brows, she lowers her head slightly to get a better look inside the little jar. She can't see much thanks to the fresh apple that Danta had placed inside, though she assumes that what she needs is in fact in there somewhere. "Oh did you now?" Glancing up, she tilts her head somewhat skeptically as her grin grows crooked. "Why do I get the feeling that you falling out of a tree has more to do with you than with this?" Tapping her finger on the lid of the jar for emphasis has the insect inside buzzing noisily for a few seconds
Raising her brows, she lowers her head slightly to get a better look inside the little jar. She can't see much thanks to the fresh apple that Danta had placed inside, though she assumes that what she needs is in fact in there somewhere. "Oh did you now?" Glancing up, she tilts her head somewhat skeptically as her grin grows crooked. "Why do I get the feeling that you falling out of a tree has more to do with you than with this?" Tapping her finger on the lid of the jar for emphasis has the insect inside buzzing noisily for a few seconds
let me taste your silhouette
