Flora
Flora gives Niki a skeptical look (now it's her turn to look like the tell me more Michael gif), crossing her arms before ultimately shrugging. "Well, hydration is important wherever you are," she allows, though her tone suggests she’s still very much amused by his TrAiNInG MetHodOloGy.
The mention of sleepwalking, though, earns an intrigued tilt of her head, a slow, mischievous grin creeping onto her face. "Wait, you sleepwalk?" she echoes, her mind immediately filling with images of Niki wandering around in the dead of night, bumping into furniture, rearranging things in his home without realizing, or—gods—maybe even being responsible for the very ghosts he claims kept the place clean. "Oh, that explains so much." She barely resists the urge to laugh, biting her lip instead as she watches him with brimming affection.
As he moves to stand, she catches the subtle hesitation, the way he grips the chair for balance, and it takes every ounce of restraint not to reach out. Instead, she nods once, brisk and casual. "Yeah, sounds like a plan," she agrees, turning to grab her jacket from the couch. She doesn’t rush, but she does keep an ear tuned in case he suddenly keels over behind her. Stepping out onto the porch, Flora lingers just outside the door, leaning against the railing as she waits, her breath curling in the cold air.
The mention of sleepwalking, though, earns an intrigued tilt of her head, a slow, mischievous grin creeping onto her face. "Wait, you sleepwalk?" she echoes, her mind immediately filling with images of Niki wandering around in the dead of night, bumping into furniture, rearranging things in his home without realizing, or—gods—maybe even being responsible for the very ghosts he claims kept the place clean. "Oh, that explains so much." She barely resists the urge to laugh, biting her lip instead as she watches him with brimming affection.
As he moves to stand, she catches the subtle hesitation, the way he grips the chair for balance, and it takes every ounce of restraint not to reach out. Instead, she nods once, brisk and casual. "Yeah, sounds like a plan," she agrees, turning to grab her jacket from the couch. She doesn’t rush, but she does keep an ear tuned in case he suddenly keels over behind her. Stepping out onto the porch, Flora lingers just outside the door, leaning against the railing as she waits, her breath curling in the cold air.
Fatefully, I tried to pick my battles 'til the battle picked me
Misery, Like the war of words I shouted in my sleep
Misery, Like the war of words I shouted in my sleep
Code stolen from Queen Sky
