Whether I'm gonna curse you out or
Take you back to my house
Take you back to my house
Flora laughs as Kaisel stumbles along after her, a carefree sound she hasn't heard from herself in what feels like forever, bright enough to chase away the shadows that have settled heavy and persistent around her shoulders. "Oh my gods, you're literally useless," she teases affectionately, glancing back at him over her shoulder with a smirk as she guides him easily around a passing server and a pair of particularly tipsy regulars. "Honestly, Kai, what did you do before you had me to make all your bad ideas better?"
She slips through the kitchen door like she owns the place—because, well, she does—finally letting go of his hand only once they're safely inside. For half a heartbeat, she just breathes, feeling lighter somehow, her eyes dancing with mischief and excitement as they flick back toward Kaisel. But even as she gathers herself, some part of her recognizes the confusion she'd left behind when she’d casually dropped that little bomb about leaving her bar. Flora almost ignores it, almost pushes past like it's nothing, but when she catches the look still lingering in his eyes, she hesitates.
Sighing softly, she leans back against the prep counter, arms folding loosely across her chest as she offers a small, somewhat rueful shrug. "It's... complicated," she admits quietly, gaze dropping briefly to the scuffed kitchen tiles before lifting back to meet his questioning eyes. "Part of my deal with Dahlia was that I couldn't benefit personally from her blood. So since we're using it to protect the city..." She trails off, the words lingering unspoken but obvious. "I can't stay. Or else she'll go after people I care about." That meant moving out of the house she'd moved into with Enzo when he'd been alive, and also giving up the Hanged Manl
She pushes herself upright with a determined little shake, a stubborn brightness returning to her eyes as quickly as it had flickered away. "But whatever, that's tomorrow’s problem," she declares firmly, tossing her curls back over her shoulder and fixing him with a grin sharp enough to slice through any lingering tension. She steps closer to Kaisel, head tilted playfully as she pokes a finger lightly into his chest. "Now, are you gonna keep looking at me like I'm some tragic soap opera heroine, or are we actually gonna do this?" Her smirk widens, all playful challenge, though there's warmth and gratitude beneath the teasing.
She slips through the kitchen door like she owns the place—because, well, she does—finally letting go of his hand only once they're safely inside. For half a heartbeat, she just breathes, feeling lighter somehow, her eyes dancing with mischief and excitement as they flick back toward Kaisel. But even as she gathers herself, some part of her recognizes the confusion she'd left behind when she’d casually dropped that little bomb about leaving her bar. Flora almost ignores it, almost pushes past like it's nothing, but when she catches the look still lingering in his eyes, she hesitates.
Sighing softly, she leans back against the prep counter, arms folding loosely across her chest as she offers a small, somewhat rueful shrug. "It's... complicated," she admits quietly, gaze dropping briefly to the scuffed kitchen tiles before lifting back to meet his questioning eyes. "Part of my deal with Dahlia was that I couldn't benefit personally from her blood. So since we're using it to protect the city..." She trails off, the words lingering unspoken but obvious. "I can't stay. Or else she'll go after people I care about." That meant moving out of the house she'd moved into with Enzo when he'd been alive, and also giving up the Hanged Manl
She pushes herself upright with a determined little shake, a stubborn brightness returning to her eyes as quickly as it had flickered away. "But whatever, that's tomorrow’s problem," she declares firmly, tossing her curls back over her shoulder and fixing him with a grin sharp enough to slice through any lingering tension. She steps closer to Kaisel, head tilted playfully as she pokes a finger lightly into his chest. "Now, are you gonna keep looking at me like I'm some tragic soap opera heroine, or are we actually gonna do this?" Her smirk widens, all playful challenge, though there's warmth and gratitude beneath the teasing.
flora
I haven't decided yet
But I'm gonna get you back
But I'm gonna get you back
