you look like my next mistake
There was something to be said for revenge best being served cold, for allowing yourself time and space to get some perspective after something emotionally explosive; there was also something to be said about striking while the iron was hot. The iron in this case being Flora’s temper.
Slamming open the door of the houseboat, Flora was so used to being around someone who could literally read her mind that she was taken aback that there was no one standing wide-eyed to meet her as the door nearly banged off its hinges. Blinking at an interior that was far too cozy (and empty) for her liking, the Doubletake straightened, the heat in her cheeks pulsing along with the runaway beat of her heart as she looked around. The sliding doors near the couch were open, leading out onto the deck where presumably she’d find one or both of her dads. While she was still angry at Ronin for his hypocrisy and condescension, the majority of her fury was directed solely toward Remi, and it was his name she yelled as she stormed toward the outside door.
"REMI—"
Slamming open the door of the houseboat, Flora was so used to being around someone who could literally read her mind that she was taken aback that there was no one standing wide-eyed to meet her as the door nearly banged off its hinges. Blinking at an interior that was far too cozy (and empty) for her liking, the Doubletake straightened, the heat in her cheeks pulsing along with the runaway beat of her heart as she looked around. The sliding doors near the couch were open, leading out onto the deck where presumably she’d find one or both of her dads. While she was still angry at Ronin for his hypocrisy and condescension, the majority of her fury was directed solely toward Remi, and it was his name she yelled as she stormed toward the outside door.
"REMI—"
