Whether I'm gonna curse you out or
Take you back to my house
Take you back to my house
Flora snorts quietly at Kaisel's reaction as she sits back away from the table, a faint smirk tugging reluctantly at the corner of her mouth despite the heaviness that weighs down every line of her body. She leans in conspiratorially, voice hushed and teasingly scandalized. "Kai, seriously. Look at Hadama—are you honestly gonna tell me you don't think he'd enjoy a little something salty in his mouth?" Her brows arch dramatically, a flicker of her old mischievous spark resurfacing for just a heartbeat.
But the fragile levity quickly crumbles at the mention of the broadcast. Her expression shutters immediately, that playful spark dimming like a flame doused by rain. "Yeah," she murmurs, fingers tightening unconsciously around the crumpled parchment. Flora nods, her gaze fixed down at the table as if she can find some answer etched into its worn surface, rum-soaked as it now was. "I was infected then."
The silence stretches, heavy and brittle, punctuated only by the soft rustle as she finally folds away the paper, tucking it out of sight. Drawing in a slow, uneven breath, she forces herself to turn fully toward him, bracing for whatever storm is coming. "But it was only for like, a week, and I had a plan to get cured the entire time. It wasn't—" She swallows tightly, faltering.
Exhaling softly, Flora steels herself visibly, shoulders squared despite the unsteady tremble beneath the surface. "But if you came all the way here just to yell at me about it, can we like—" she gestures weakly, voice strained, eyes bright with unshed tears, "—just get it over with?"
But the fragile levity quickly crumbles at the mention of the broadcast. Her expression shutters immediately, that playful spark dimming like a flame doused by rain. "Yeah," she murmurs, fingers tightening unconsciously around the crumpled parchment. Flora nods, her gaze fixed down at the table as if she can find some answer etched into its worn surface, rum-soaked as it now was. "I was infected then."
The silence stretches, heavy and brittle, punctuated only by the soft rustle as she finally folds away the paper, tucking it out of sight. Drawing in a slow, uneven breath, she forces herself to turn fully toward him, bracing for whatever storm is coming. "But it was only for like, a week, and I had a plan to get cured the entire time. It wasn't—" She swallows tightly, faltering.
Exhaling softly, Flora steels herself visibly, shoulders squared despite the unsteady tremble beneath the surface. "But if you came all the way here just to yell at me about it, can we like—" she gestures weakly, voice strained, eyes bright with unshed tears, "—just get it over with?"
flora
I haven't decided yet
But I'm gonna get you back
But I'm gonna get you back
