with each love i cut loose i was never the same
"Ugh," Flora groans dramatically, pressing the back of her hand to her forehead as if wilting under the weight of the obvious. "You mean using the stool? Never would have occurred to me." Her grin peeks from beneath the performative shame, bright as a flare.
Still, she accepts his help gratefully, settling herself cross-legged on the floor among the scrolls and papers he's already gathered. The stack he’s so neatly sorted earns an appreciative look—date, constellation, time—okay, so someone was an overachiever. No wonder Everest was the way he was. "You’re good at this," she murmurs, mostly to herself, flipping open a page with one finger before shooting him a smile. "Thanks. I really do want it to be special."
Her eyes flicker back to the charts, studying them with more focus now. "What about you?" she asks casually, not looking up as she begins pulling out ones with particularly vibrant constellations. "You making something for someone too, or is this just what dads do on their days off?" Flora always liked knowing what people made time for when no one was asking anything of them.
Still, she accepts his help gratefully, settling herself cross-legged on the floor among the scrolls and papers he's already gathered. The stack he’s so neatly sorted earns an appreciative look—date, constellation, time—okay, so someone was an overachiever. No wonder Everest was the way he was. "You’re good at this," she murmurs, mostly to herself, flipping open a page with one finger before shooting him a smile. "Thanks. I really do want it to be special."
Her eyes flicker back to the charts, studying them with more focus now. "What about you?" she asks casually, not looking up as she begins pulling out ones with particularly vibrant constellations. "You making something for someone too, or is this just what dads do on their days off?" Flora always liked knowing what people made time for when no one was asking anything of them.
