Whether I'm gonna curse you out or
Take you back to my house
Take you back to my house
Flora's eyes narrow slightly—not in suspicion, but with something sharper, more analytical—as she watches Thal speak. The way she holds herself, the easy defiance tempered by practiced restraint, the calculated language laced with implication rather than outright refusal. It's the same brand of pirate charm Jack wore when he wanted something. And gods, Flora always did fall for that type. But she’s not stupid. Her smile, when it comes, is slow and amused and edged in gold.
"I don’t recruit people I don’t want," she replies simply, a hand lifting to spin one of her rings slowly on her finger. "I’m not in the habit of wasting my time just as I assume you aren't in the habit of wasting yours." There’s a beat, her gaze level and glinting, all warm sea and sharp coral. "But—" she adds, voice low and velvet-edged, "—I do like knowing exactly what kind of chaos I’m letting into my home."
She leans forward slightly, elbows still on the counter, fingers steepling loosely. "I believe Asta when he says you’re worth it. And I believe you when you say you know how to take orders. But if you’re looking to climb to the top, this isn’t a ship—it’s a web. And in a web, everyone’s caught together. If one of us goes down? We all do." Her tone sobers for just a moment. "I’m not asking for sainthood. I am asking for discretion, commitment, and the sense to know when not to poke a bear you can’t kill."
Flora tips her head, curls falling forward like golden ribbons. "You in?"
"I don’t recruit people I don’t want," she replies simply, a hand lifting to spin one of her rings slowly on her finger. "I’m not in the habit of wasting my time just as I assume you aren't in the habit of wasting yours." There’s a beat, her gaze level and glinting, all warm sea and sharp coral. "But—" she adds, voice low and velvet-edged, "—I do like knowing exactly what kind of chaos I’m letting into my home."
She leans forward slightly, elbows still on the counter, fingers steepling loosely. "I believe Asta when he says you’re worth it. And I believe you when you say you know how to take orders. But if you’re looking to climb to the top, this isn’t a ship—it’s a web. And in a web, everyone’s caught together. If one of us goes down? We all do." Her tone sobers for just a moment. "I’m not asking for sainthood. I am asking for discretion, commitment, and the sense to know when not to poke a bear you can’t kill."
Flora tips her head, curls falling forward like golden ribbons. "You in?"
flora
I haven't decided yet
But I'm gonna get you back
But I'm gonna get you back
