flora
Spice flares her nostrils with regal derision, tail flicking once like she’d expected no less from the chaos they kept around. As Kaisel flops down into the mess of displaced pillows, the blanket draped across Flora shifts with a whisper, rustling faintly as she shifts to make room—or maybe just to lean toward the warmth. Her leg flings lazily over his, her toes tucking beneath his opposite thigh, if only so he'd have some idea of where she currently was in relation to him. "Oh, you did, did you?" she murmurs, voice rich with scepticism and dry amusement.
Her drink lifts again—seemingly of its own volition—and Flora snorts softly. "What, you’ve never played the disappear-mid-brawl, bait-an-alien-meathead, almost-get-iced version of chicken before?" she asks, mock surprise thick in her tone, as though he were the uncultured one in this situation.
When he points out the flaws in her current invisibility plan, she huffs. "Please. You didn’t even notice I was sitting here." The glass rises, tilts back, and empties. Flora coughs once under her breath, the taste stronger than she remembered pouring. "We could go below," she offers with a wheeze-soft chuckle, her toes wiggling against his leg. "If it makes you feel better."
Right on cue, there’s a colossal snore from below deck. Bassian, unmistakably, shifting like a felled tree in her bed. "..the bedroom's currently occupied, though," Flora adds, setting her glass down.
Her drink lifts again—seemingly of its own volition—and Flora snorts softly. "What, you’ve never played the disappear-mid-brawl, bait-an-alien-meathead, almost-get-iced version of chicken before?" she asks, mock surprise thick in her tone, as though he were the uncultured one in this situation.
When he points out the flaws in her current invisibility plan, she huffs. "Please. You didn’t even notice I was sitting here." The glass rises, tilts back, and empties. Flora coughs once under her breath, the taste stronger than she remembered pouring. "We could go below," she offers with a wheeze-soft chuckle, her toes wiggling against his leg. "If it makes you feel better."
Right on cue, there’s a colossal snore from below deck. Bassian, unmistakably, shifting like a felled tree in her bed. "..the bedroom's currently occupied, though," Flora adds, setting her glass down.
My house of stone, your ivy grows
And now I'm covered in you
And now I'm covered in you
