she's the kinda song you could play over and over
"Yeah, being loved by him is pretty gre—hey!" Swatting Mateo's arm playfully, Flora widens her eyes as if horrified at the implicit mention of her love life. She wasn't, of course, and so quickly her look of demure exasperation melted into a sly smile. "Appropriately and then some." She confirms with a wink, before taking another sip of her drink.
"You can feel free to use my death to your advantage as long as you possibly can." Now it's Flora's turn to shoot her brother a suggestive look. Not that Mateo needed any help in finding someone to share his bed, but certainly playing the part of a grief-stricken brother probably had its advantages.
"It wasn't my night." The Doubletake says breezily, giving her head a little shake as if to absolve Mateo of any guilt he might have felt. "Clearly he felt the need to have a go at you since he was finally back on good terms with me." She mutters, as if Remi was incapable of simply maintaining a good relationship with both of his children at the same time.
"You can feel free to use my death to your advantage as long as you possibly can." Now it's Flora's turn to shoot her brother a suggestive look. Not that Mateo needed any help in finding someone to share his bed, but certainly playing the part of a grief-stricken brother probably had its advantages.
"It wasn't my night." The Doubletake says breezily, giving her head a little shake as if to absolve Mateo of any guilt he might have felt. "Clearly he felt the need to have a go at you since he was finally back on good terms with me." She mutters, as if Remi was incapable of simply maintaining a good relationship with both of his children at the same time.
