Whether I'm gonna curse you out or
Take you back to my house
Take you back to my house
Flora arches a brow, skepticism painted clear as day across her face. "Stormbreak? Bold of you to invite me to the actual seat of Family power like Dahlia didn't just make me clean up broken glass with my bare hands last time I was there," she says, casually, like she isn’t half-joking and half-dead serious. "Should I wear a sign that says 'Please Don’t Stab Me, I’m Just Here for Ice Cream And To See My Stupid Friend?"
Still, the edge of the remark softens under the curl of a smile that says she'd probably go anyway, just to spite the danger.
She makes a wounded little sound at the elbow to her ribs, clutching her side with the drama of a seaside widow watching a ship vanish into storm clouds. "Rude," she declares, even as laughter slips through the edges. "First you insult my home, then you insult my hospitality, and now you’re assaulting me? In my own bar?" But even so, she doesn't move. Not right away. Her aqua eyes stay on Kaisel for a long, lingering second, and something flickers there, something softer beneath all the sun and sass. The kind of look that says thank you without cheapening itself by saying it out loud.
Then, because softness isn't sustainable and her knees are already too close to buckling, she kicks lightly at his ankle and grins. "You're the one in the way, genius," she says, chin tilting in challenge. "Or did you want me to crawl over you? Because I will. I’ve got long legs and no shame, and you’re sitting directly between me and the door." Her brows arch like twin crescent moons, daring him to test her. "Last chance before I start climbing."
Still, the edge of the remark softens under the curl of a smile that says she'd probably go anyway, just to spite the danger.
She makes a wounded little sound at the elbow to her ribs, clutching her side with the drama of a seaside widow watching a ship vanish into storm clouds. "Rude," she declares, even as laughter slips through the edges. "First you insult my home, then you insult my hospitality, and now you’re assaulting me? In my own bar?" But even so, she doesn't move. Not right away. Her aqua eyes stay on Kaisel for a long, lingering second, and something flickers there, something softer beneath all the sun and sass. The kind of look that says thank you without cheapening itself by saying it out loud.
Then, because softness isn't sustainable and her knees are already too close to buckling, she kicks lightly at his ankle and grins. "You're the one in the way, genius," she says, chin tilting in challenge. "Or did you want me to crawl over you? Because I will. I’ve got long legs and no shame, and you’re sitting directly between me and the door." Her brows arch like twin crescent moons, daring him to test her. "Last chance before I start climbing."
flora
I haven't decided yet
But I'm gonna get you back
But I'm gonna get you back
