this is why we can't have nice things, honey
Flora’s eyes go wide and earnest as she nods at Danta’s disbelief. "I know. I thought I was hallucinating," she says with mock solemnity, before glancing over to Asta with a smirk that twists into a wrinkled-nose wince. "She probably is jealous. Or, like, repressing aggressively. Which…fair. If I was in the same room as you and you didn't want to talk to me, I'd hate it too."
Still, she lifts her chin with a little queenly pride as the conversation circles back to the night’s chaos. "Honestly, I think it went great," she says, clearly pleased. "Drama, debauchery, dehydration—classic party metrics." Her grin dims a little, just around the edges, as she exhales and adds, "Jack didn’t show, though. Maybe I was stupid for thinking he would, but..." She shrugs, lashes fluttering in a half-hearted attempt to make it seem like it didn’t sting. "I guess I just thought he would."
And then, as Danta points out the one-body gap in their little luxury chain, Flora gasps—offended by her own oversight. [say"'I’ve been wildly rude," she agrees with a dramatic flutter of her hands, immediately setting her drink aside and rising up just enough to gesture for Asta to come closer. "Take that off," she purrs, tugging at the edge of his waistcoat, "and turn a bit more. I want to see if I can give you the shivers." Probably not given the scars on his back, but a girl could try, right?
She arches a brow at the deep promise in his voice when he teases Danta, then tips her head toward the both of them with an exaggerated groan. "Ugh, you two. You can work anywhere you want except my twin’s bed. But if you try anything in mine," she adds, flashing her teeth in something wicked and warm, "you’d better include me. The rest of the house is fair game, though."
Still, she lifts her chin with a little queenly pride as the conversation circles back to the night’s chaos. "Honestly, I think it went great," she says, clearly pleased. "Drama, debauchery, dehydration—classic party metrics." Her grin dims a little, just around the edges, as she exhales and adds, "Jack didn’t show, though. Maybe I was stupid for thinking he would, but..." She shrugs, lashes fluttering in a half-hearted attempt to make it seem like it didn’t sting. "I guess I just thought he would."
And then, as Danta points out the one-body gap in their little luxury chain, Flora gasps—offended by her own oversight. [say"'I’ve been wildly rude," she agrees with a dramatic flutter of her hands, immediately setting her drink aside and rising up just enough to gesture for Asta to come closer. "Take that off," she purrs, tugging at the edge of his waistcoat, "and turn a bit more. I want to see if I can give you the shivers." Probably not given the scars on his back, but a girl could try, right?
She arches a brow at the deep promise in his voice when he teases Danta, then tips her head toward the both of them with an exaggerated groan. "Ugh, you two. You can work anywhere you want except my twin’s bed. But if you try anything in mine," she adds, flashing her teeth in something wicked and warm, "you’d better include me. The rest of the house is fair game, though."
