flora
Flora would call it incredibly flattering and adorable, Jack. Rather than arguing with him—she was sure he knew what he was doing, positioning himself so that the morning sun cut right across his face and touching her with such casual affection as if it hadn't taken years to get to this point—Flora just rolls her eyes. "That sounds like a very charming way of trying to get out of doing it." She points out, nudging him with her hip. Of all the excuses she'd reasonably accept for why the captain wasn't utilizing his piece of parchment, sorry my feelings wouldn't fit on it didn't rank high among them in terms of believability.
Reaching for a jar of coffee, Flora doesn't need to turn her head in order for Jack to feel the way her lips curl into a smirk. "You say that, but there's plenty of four-letter words that I like hearing." Turning around, she waggles the spoon in her hand at him to ward off what he likely thinks she's trying to imply. Love was a four-letter word, sure, but she'd equally take words like come here, or have me now, or I miss you; all well within Bassian's spelling capabilities. Chuckling under her breath as she spoons coffee into two mugs and fills them with water, Flora sets Jack's on the counter within reach before lifting hers to her lips and blowing.
"I thought for training today maybe we could head back into the trees?" It'd provide a bit of shade and privacy, but given how a fair number of Flora's recent encounters as of late had been in jungles or forests, it seemed a reasonable place to want to practice.
Reaching for a jar of coffee, Flora doesn't need to turn her head in order for Jack to feel the way her lips curl into a smirk. "You say that, but there's plenty of four-letter words that I like hearing." Turning around, she waggles the spoon in her hand at him to ward off what he likely thinks she's trying to imply. Love was a four-letter word, sure, but she'd equally take words like come here, or have me now, or I miss you; all well within Bassian's spelling capabilities. Chuckling under her breath as she spoons coffee into two mugs and fills them with water, Flora sets Jack's on the counter within reach before lifting hers to her lips and blowing.
"I thought for training today maybe we could head back into the trees?" It'd provide a bit of shade and privacy, but given how a fair number of Flora's recent encounters as of late had been in jungles or forests, it seemed a reasonable place to want to practice.
My house of stone, your ivy grows
And now I'm covered in you
And now I'm covered in you
