she's the kinda song you could play over and over
"He's...not not a romantic." Wrinkling her nose, there's no real way to describe what Jack was without revealing his secret, leaving Flora just shrugging her shoulders at Mateo. No, Jack wasn't a thousand roses on her doorstep kind of guy, but he was a I'll come pick your drunk ass up without too much of a fuss kind of guy, and wasn't that even better? "Besides, our Dads version of romance is like...wall-breaking sex at inappropriate times and murder."
Glancing down at the parchment and grinning like a lovestruck fool, scribbles an obnoxious heart with both of their initials written into it before tucking it away into her bag. "Oh really? I mean...maybe that solves it then. Just shove that boy into the hot springs and finish your quest." Said in a very what? like it's hard? tone of voice (mostly because Flora had the good fortune to delegate the majority of her quest components to Tal and so always found them rather easy), Flora softly nudges Mateo's shoulder with her own.
"There's no way Ever would prefer to be a potential harm to Isla than going back to what he was before. Not if he knew what the Family was capable of making him do." She murmurs quite sagely, before needing to grip the side of Mateo's stool as the bar began to swim around them.
Glancing down at the parchment and grinning like a lovestruck fool, scribbles an obnoxious heart with both of their initials written into it before tucking it away into her bag. "Oh really? I mean...maybe that solves it then. Just shove that boy into the hot springs and finish your quest." Said in a very what? like it's hard? tone of voice (mostly because Flora had the good fortune to delegate the majority of her quest components to Tal and so always found them rather easy), Flora softly nudges Mateo's shoulder with her own.
"There's no way Ever would prefer to be a potential harm to Isla than going back to what he was before. Not if he knew what the Family was capable of making him do." She murmurs quite sagely, before needing to grip the side of Mateo's stool as the bar began to swim around them.
