we write out the ends on our palms, then forget to read
"Wh—" It hadn't occurred to the queen until just that moment, and then the following few seconds, that the best way to practice would be by, you know, practicing. "We can't have sex." Right? Because they were both dating other people, other murdery people who just happened to be jealous control freaks? But...Blinking, Flora sits up a touch straighter before immediately reaching for the Maverick's drink and downing it in a swallow.
Pressing the back of her hand to her lips and inhaling sharply, Flora sets it back down. "Well...I mean I came to you, because..." Because she couldn't have gone to Mateo, because she'd already failed at having sex with Asta once and moreso she very much doubted if he'd let her fuck him even as a favour, because things would get back to her brother if she practiced at Molly's, and because her parents ran the House of Midnight.
"..I mean, who else?" Laughing nervously and desperately wanting the alcohol to begin to sing through her blood, Flora leans back against the couch. "It's not...really cheating, if it's just practicing something, right?"
Pressing the back of her hand to her lips and inhaling sharply, Flora sets it back down. "Well...I mean I came to you, because..." Because she couldn't have gone to Mateo, because she'd already failed at having sex with Asta once and moreso she very much doubted if he'd let her fuck him even as a favour, because things would get back to her brother if she practiced at Molly's, and because her parents ran the House of Midnight.
"..I mean, who else?" Laughing nervously and desperately wanting the alcohol to begin to sing through her blood, Flora leans back against the couch. "It's not...really cheating, if it's just practicing something, right?"
