flora
"Kai," Flora chimes in, her voice laced with a playful edge as she surveys his slumped form. "Seems like we're both a little off tonight. Maybe got your bell rung a bit too hard, huh?" Her eyebrows arch playfully, a mischievous twinkle lighting up her eyes as she tries to inject a bit of levity into the heavy air.
She rises smoothly, her movement as fluid as a well-rehearsed dance, effortlessly masking the careful thought behind each step. "What do you say we call it quits for now? A bit of shut-eye might just do us some good." Her words float lightly, suggesting rather than insisting, as she offers him a way out that feels more like a mutual decision than a retreat.
Stepping closer, Flora closes the distance with ease before reaching out to lightly tap his arm. "Let's skip out on the encore tonight, huh? I’ll walk you out—make sure you don’t accidentally find yourself in round two with the furniture."
She rises smoothly, her movement as fluid as a well-rehearsed dance, effortlessly masking the careful thought behind each step. "What do you say we call it quits for now? A bit of shut-eye might just do us some good." Her words float lightly, suggesting rather than insisting, as she offers him a way out that feels more like a mutual decision than a retreat.
Stepping closer, Flora closes the distance with ease before reaching out to lightly tap his arm. "Let's skip out on the encore tonight, huh? I’ll walk you out—make sure you don’t accidentally find yourself in round two with the furniture."
We can't make any promises now can we babe?
But you can make me a drink.
But you can make me a drink.
