karma's a relaxing thought, aren't you envious that for you it's not?
"What?" Having forgotten the joke she'd made, or, well, it hadn't been a joke so much as it'd been a shitty suggestion, Flora veers sharply to the side. Rock? Squinting, her sunglasses lost somewhere in the initial scramble the pair had made resulting in the loss of their picnic blanket and their lunch, it's all Flora can do to make out the lip of rock as being more than a mirage before Soleil is lagging behind.
"Wh—" Yanking the other girl instinctively, Flora throws herself against the stone thinking she might have to pull Soleil from the jaws of the landshark, only to find her suddenly pressed up against her from the force of it, and gods if the rock wasn't the only thing that was hot.
But then she's being yeeted, and despite the heat on her palms and knees, Flora doesn't need to be told twice. "Quick, quick!" Reaching down as if she somehow had the strength to pull her counterpart up like it was a fucking movie, she had to spit out salty strands of hair from her mouth where they'd come loose from her ponytail. Unfortunately, she was unable to do anything about the sweat pouring from her brow, dripping down onto Soleil like the world's worst sprinkler.
"Wh—" Yanking the other girl instinctively, Flora throws herself against the stone thinking she might have to pull Soleil from the jaws of the landshark, only to find her suddenly pressed up against her from the force of it, and gods if the rock wasn't the only thing that was hot.
But then she's being yeeted, and despite the heat on her palms and knees, Flora doesn't need to be told twice. "Quick, quick!" Reaching down as if she somehow had the strength to pull her counterpart up like it was a fucking movie, she had to spit out salty strands of hair from her mouth where they'd come loose from her ponytail. Unfortunately, she was unable to do anything about the sweat pouring from her brow, dripping down onto Soleil like the world's worst sprinkler.
