i hate it here

flora

Flora’s smile brightens with genuine amusement at the mental image of Jack being blasted by a cannon, and she lifts her glass to Danta in a playful toast. "Honestly, that’s the kind of support I’m looking for," she declares brightly. "Although, gods, knowing Jack, he'd just catch the cannonball mid-air or something equally obnoxious and smug." Her eyes roll dramatically—though beneath the humour there's still a flicker of genuine frustration at how stubbornly complicated everything with Jack seems to remain.

She leans comfortably into the Maverick’s shoulder, feeling some of her tension ease away beneath the warmth of the whiskey and his reassuring presence. "Anyway, I'm counting on the whole distance-makes-the-heart-grow-fonder thing," Flora sighs theatrically, not to know that her boyfriend was balls-deep in a goddess. "If that doesn’t work, I suppose I will have to resort to parading around naked with that strap-on just to get a rise out of him—literally."

Reaching forward, she snags an apple slice dripping with honey, taking a thoughtful bite as she listens to Danta talk about Asta. "I'm glad to hear that. I was just telling him that...y'know, for how rocky all of this started, I'm glad things worked out the way they did and we can all be friends now." Friends who apparently could fuck one another and potentially eat people, but honestly, that all sounded par for the course.

Bad, bad boy, shiny toy with a price
You know that I bought it

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!