Whether I'm gonna curse you out or
Take you back to my house
Take you back to my house
Flora’s smirk tugs at one corner of her mouth, sharp as a fishhook, and she shrugs with an easy, dramatic flair. "Well, sure, but tossing daggers in the desert is more fun than, say, fencing items or laundering information." She tilts her head thoughtfully. "Though we do both, for the record. With style."
At the name Thieves Guild, she clicks her tongue softly, raising a finger like she’s about to correct a child stealing cookies. "Mmh—publicly, it’s just the Lost and Found. Bit more charming, bit less indictable." There’s a glitter of amusement in her aqua eyes, but beneath it lies the calculated glint of someone who’s spent her whole life dancing on the line between power and risk.
Leaning forward, she rests her elbows against the counter, letting her gold-ringed fingers tap idly against the wood. "That said—" and here her tone shifts, just a notch more serious "—I trust Asta’s judgement more than most. If he says you're someone I should be paying attention to, then... I’m paying attention." Her gaze lingers on Thalassa with new interest, weighing, measuring.
At the name Thieves Guild, she clicks her tongue softly, raising a finger like she’s about to correct a child stealing cookies. "Mmh—publicly, it’s just the Lost and Found. Bit more charming, bit less indictable." There’s a glitter of amusement in her aqua eyes, but beneath it lies the calculated glint of someone who’s spent her whole life dancing on the line between power and risk.
Leaning forward, she rests her elbows against the counter, letting her gold-ringed fingers tap idly against the wood. "That said—" and here her tone shifts, just a notch more serious "—I trust Asta’s judgement more than most. If he says you're someone I should be paying attention to, then... I’m paying attention." Her gaze lingers on Thalassa with new interest, weighing, measuring.
flora
I haven't decided yet
But I'm gonna get you back
But I'm gonna get you back
