flora
Flora's smile grows by degrees as she regards Melita, the queen having always assumed that organized crime wasn't really the Honeybee's thing, rather than it being something she was instead simply unaware of. "Yeah. We just..find things in places you wouldn't normally think to look." Like pockets, vaults, or strongboxes. "That's what the room at the back of the tavern is." She explains with a casual shrug as if you say you know the one. The one only certain people ever go in and out of?
As what sounded like yet more electricity snarled nearby, Flora cracked open an eye. She supposed her curiosity counted as a distraction, and so despite the question that formed on her lips, the Doubletake cleared her throat. Sitting up straighter, her eyes firmly closed once again, she gave the demigod another nod.
As what sounded like yet more electricity snarled nearby, Flora cracked open an eye. She supposed her curiosity counted as a distraction, and so despite the question that formed on her lips, the Doubletake cleared her throat. Sitting up straighter, her eyes firmly closed once again, she gave the demigod another nod.
what doesn't kill me makes me
want you more
want you more
