this is why we can't have nice things, honey
Flora rolls her eyes, though there’s no real exasperation behind it—just an easy, affectionate sort of indulgence. "Ugh, fine. I guess I’ll be the responsible one today." She sighs dramatically, taking another sip of her drink as if to soften the burden. "But only because I want to see you actually relax for once, chef." The title drips with teasing emphasis, her grin widening as she watches him unwrap the butter and cream cheese.
But then he drops the word birthday, and Flora freezes for a half-second, blinking at him before her expression brightens into something gleefully wicked. "What, were you waiting to see if I was gonna die again before you bothered?" Her lips twitch, laughter threading through the words even as she tilts her head, nose wrinkling affectionately. Yes she'd died, yes she'd been shaken up about it, but clearly she'd shed the shadows of her encounter with Pierce even if she couldn't be rid of the scars.
Still grinning, she starts tearing into the wrapping, her aqua eyes gleaming with anticipation as she pulls open the box. "I hope it's an IOU for us to get matching tattoos."
But then he drops the word birthday, and Flora freezes for a half-second, blinking at him before her expression brightens into something gleefully wicked. "What, were you waiting to see if I was gonna die again before you bothered?" Her lips twitch, laughter threading through the words even as she tilts her head, nose wrinkling affectionately. Yes she'd died, yes she'd been shaken up about it, but clearly she'd shed the shadows of her encounter with Pierce even if she couldn't be rid of the scars.
Still grinning, she starts tearing into the wrapping, her aqua eyes gleaming with anticipation as she pulls open the box. "I hope it's an IOU for us to get matching tattoos."
