with each love i cut loose i was never the same
Flora waves off his worry with a half-circle of her burrito. "Nahhhhh, it's just a little quest. If it was anything important, it wouldn't have me delivering messages to you as part of my tasks." Which, knowing Ludo, strictly wasn't true, but oh well. Flora takes another bite—peppers, egg, glorious heat—then she thrusts the remainder back toward him. "Here, all yours."
Mouth still half-full, she steps back toward the gangplank, words muffled but clear enough: "Go and see Ludo and play the stupid game. Byeeeeeeeee' With that, she spins, curls bouncing, and trots down to the dock—already plotting a stupid trip to Halo and then the desert.
~FIN
Mouth still half-full, she steps back toward the gangplank, words muffled but clear enough: "Go and see Ludo and play the stupid game. Byeeeeeeeee' With that, she spins, curls bouncing, and trots down to the dock—already plotting a stupid trip to Halo and then the desert.
~FIN
