[SE] but on a wednesday, in a cafe

flora

Flora stiffens again, her grip tightening on her wine glass as more static slithers through the air like some unwelcome, smug little snake. Her jaw clenches, irritation flaring hot beneath her skin. Gods, she is so over this. "You know," she mutters, flicking a sharp, exasperated glare at the empty air, "-for a guy who wants to act like he's some omnipresent void-being or whatever, you’re really just giving major eavesdropping neighbor vibes." She rolls her eyes, setting her glass down with a little more force than necessary, the sound sharp against the quiet.

Turning to Sohalia, she huffs, shaking her head as she reaches out to grab her friend’s arm. "Alright, I think we’ve reached our fuck around and find out quota for the evening." She flicks a glance around the clearing, expression annoyed, wary, then leans in conspiratorially, lowering her voice just enough to be smugly defiant: "Unless you wanna stick around and see if a third poem finally gets him to materialize properly so we can punch him in the face?"

Snorting, Flora rolls her shoulders as if physically shaking off the eerie, lingering static. "Come on. We can finish the wine somewhere we’re not being rudely interrupted by a sentient radio signal." She stands, brushing stray bits of moss from her clothes before nudging Sohalia gently but insistently in the direction of literally anywhere else.

~FIN

what doesn't kill me makes
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Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!