Whether I'm gonna curse you out or
Take you back to my house
Take you back to my house
Flora chuckles under her breath, the sound soft and knowing. "Believe it or not," she says, tone dipping into something wry and self-aware, "I’m not even my harshest critic." Her fingers trail once more over his back as he stretches—light as seafoam—before slipping away entirely, folding into her lap like she hadn’t just drawn something delicate between them only to let it go.
And gods, there is something there. Tension, yes, but not the wrong kind. Not the kind that should make her retreat. If Kaisel were someone else, someone simpler or more distant, she might've leaned into it. Might’ve asked him to walk her home in that particular, pointed way that didn’t actually mean home. But he wasn’t just someone else. He was Koa’s cousin, Koa’s friend. And even if Kaisel didn’t say it, she knew that still mattered, and that he was likely breaking some sort of bro-code just by sitting here with her instead of hating her out of principle.
Her voice is lighter again when she speaks, nudging them back toward safer waters. "You sticking around Torchline for a bit?" she asks, looking sideways at him with a faint smile. "If you are... would you maybe want to swing by my place one afternoon? Help me pack up some stuff before I move out?" Her tone is casual, but there’s something careful beneath it too. A way of asking without asking if he’d still be there—if she still gets to have this, whatever this is, even after everything else starts to change.
And gods, there is something there. Tension, yes, but not the wrong kind. Not the kind that should make her retreat. If Kaisel were someone else, someone simpler or more distant, she might've leaned into it. Might’ve asked him to walk her home in that particular, pointed way that didn’t actually mean home. But he wasn’t just someone else. He was Koa’s cousin, Koa’s friend. And even if Kaisel didn’t say it, she knew that still mattered, and that he was likely breaking some sort of bro-code just by sitting here with her instead of hating her out of principle.
Her voice is lighter again when she speaks, nudging them back toward safer waters. "You sticking around Torchline for a bit?" she asks, looking sideways at him with a faint smile. "If you are... would you maybe want to swing by my place one afternoon? Help me pack up some stuff before I move out?" Her tone is casual, but there’s something careful beneath it too. A way of asking without asking if he’d still be there—if she still gets to have this, whatever this is, even after everything else starts to change.
flora
I haven't decided yet
But I'm gonna get you back
But I'm gonna get you back
