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"Ewwwuh," Flora groans, her eyes rolling hard enough that she tilts her head back as if with the weight of her revulsion. Ramming parts was an apt enough description when talking about other people fucking, but it certainly wasn't how she wanted to think of herself. Though of course now that she was, her thoughts were shaded with traces of garnet and silver. "I still think one day I want to try and do the ramming." She murmurs mischievously, before she's fitting herself between the captain and the railing to regale him about Niki the maybe ghost.
"Not with a dad like yours." Flora agrees, unable to imagine Barclay Sr. even being capable of reading much less tucking his son into bed with whimsical parables. "Mmhm. Seems like the sort of thing that...maybe they would? I mean, Enzo always shows up fully clothed, I bet he could bring a business card with him if he ever wanted." As for where it was? Letting her fingers trickle down the flowing kaftan, her palms pressing the material in to indicate her curves beneath, Flora grins and shrugs. "Must have left it back in your cabin." She purrs, raising her good around and curling it around Jack's neck, her fingers softly tangling into the back of his hair. "Maybe I can bring it to one of those seers I keep seeing all around Torchline." This time of year they popped up like little occult daisies, offering tarot card readings or other sorts of glimpses into ones future.
"Do you ever stop by them? Just to mess with them?" With Jack's gift being what it was, no doubt he could have them packing up shop after just the first flip of a card.
"Not with a dad like yours." Flora agrees, unable to imagine Barclay Sr. even being capable of reading much less tucking his son into bed with whimsical parables. "Mmhm. Seems like the sort of thing that...maybe they would? I mean, Enzo always shows up fully clothed, I bet he could bring a business card with him if he ever wanted." As for where it was? Letting her fingers trickle down the flowing kaftan, her palms pressing the material in to indicate her curves beneath, Flora grins and shrugs. "Must have left it back in your cabin." She purrs, raising her good around and curling it around Jack's neck, her fingers softly tangling into the back of his hair. "Maybe I can bring it to one of those seers I keep seeing all around Torchline." This time of year they popped up like little occult daisies, offering tarot card readings or other sorts of glimpses into ones future.
"Do you ever stop by them? Just to mess with them?" With Jack's gift being what it was, no doubt he could have them packing up shop after just the first flip of a card.
The rumors are terrible and cruel
But honey, most of them are true
But honey, most of them are true
