flora
Flora, who had generously planted herself face-down to spare Kaisel the spiritual awakening of seeing her tits glisten under the LongHeat sun once more, immediately regrets every merciful decision she’s made in her life. Then again, she has no idea if he's a tits or ass man in the first place (then again he's 19, so it's definitely both), so maybe it had all been for naught anyway. Last time she ever bothers to do something nice for him again.
The slap lands with an echo, the sandal clapping against her cheek like a personal vendetta, and Flora screeches. "KAIIIIISEL!" Her voice ricochets off the deck like cannon fire. Whipping upright with all the grace of a capsizing dinghy, she clutches the impacted cheek with a gasp, curls flying as she twists to glare daggers at his stupid, smug, sunscreen-slicked form.
He's already covering his junk like the gremlin he is, one hand reaching out blindly like he might stop her. Please. Rookie mistake.
"Spice!" she shrills like a war general calling in an airstrike. The little dragon obliges instantly, diving in with a hiss of frost and unleashing a concentrated blast toward Kaisel's startled face—just enough to hopefully make him flinch as Flora lunges.
She grabs his ankle with both hands, fingers slipping for half a second on his dumb lotiony legs before locking in. With evil in her eyes and vengeance in her soul, she trails her nails in light, merciless patterns up the arch of his foot. "If my ass bruises," she growls, tickling him with precision born of pure spite and prior knowledge,"you're dead."
stopped mid teeth brushing for WAR.
The slap lands with an echo, the sandal clapping against her cheek like a personal vendetta, and Flora screeches. "KAIIIIISEL!" Her voice ricochets off the deck like cannon fire. Whipping upright with all the grace of a capsizing dinghy, she clutches the impacted cheek with a gasp, curls flying as she twists to glare daggers at his stupid, smug, sunscreen-slicked form.
He's already covering his junk like the gremlin he is, one hand reaching out blindly like he might stop her. Please. Rookie mistake.
"Spice!" she shrills like a war general calling in an airstrike. The little dragon obliges instantly, diving in with a hiss of frost and unleashing a concentrated blast toward Kaisel's startled face—just enough to hopefully make him flinch as Flora lunges.
She grabs his ankle with both hands, fingers slipping for half a second on his dumb lotiony legs before locking in. With evil in her eyes and vengeance in her soul, she trails her nails in light, merciless patterns up the arch of his foot. "If my ass bruises," she growls, tickling him with precision born of pure spite and prior knowledge,"you're dead."
stopped mid teeth brushing for WAR.
I want to be when you fall on me like night
I wanna kill the lights
I wanna kill the lights
