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Flora snorts, head tipping as she shoots him a dry, withering look. "Such a boy answer.”" She plucks a gummy worm from the pile and flicks it toward his chest. "Next time you're with Caly and can’t think of fuck all to do beyond the basics, don’t come crawling to me about it." Her grin is feline, sharp and satisfied. "Besides, that deck came from the Hualanani, and let me tell you, they've put things on there you'd never even dream up much less be able to tease out in the heat of the moment."
She watches with interest as the blush creeps up his neck, brows lifting with teasing delight. "Nice, huh?" The word tastes funny in her mouth. Not wrong, exactly, but not the first word she’d have chosen if asked to describe Caly through the eyes of a man like Kaisel. Still, she keeps her tone even, her smirk softening as he stammers through his internal collapse. "You’re overthinking it, as per usual dummy," she says, voice warm with fondness now. "Just tell her you’ve been thinking about her and ask if she wants to go on another date. She doesn’t live under a rock—she knows shit’s been sideways for the dragoons." Pausing, because this is a really fucking weird position to be in, Flora clears her throat and cautiously adds, "I don't think Jack would do anything if you and Caly became a thing. He...isn't the type to interfere, like that."
The game reclaims her attention for a moment and she hums thoughtfully at his answer. "Doesn’t pick any traditional condiments," she echoes, eyes narrowing as she flips down a row of chipper, ketchup, mayo, relish, and mustard coded faces.
She glances at her own card—a man with an unsettling smile and the kind of hairline that suggested he kept secretsCreed from the Office. Her brow crinkles. "Kinda? Maybe they smell like corn. Or like...like it’s almost corn but not quite. You ever smell something and know you know it but you can’t place it?" She taps her card’s laminated forehead. "Major mystery corn vibes from this one."
She leans in across the table, chin resting on her hand, eyes dancing with challenge. "Alright, does your person look like they’d be offended if someone said ‘live laugh love’ unironically?"
She watches with interest as the blush creeps up his neck, brows lifting with teasing delight. "Nice, huh?" The word tastes funny in her mouth. Not wrong, exactly, but not the first word she’d have chosen if asked to describe Caly through the eyes of a man like Kaisel. Still, she keeps her tone even, her smirk softening as he stammers through his internal collapse. "You’re overthinking it, as per usual dummy," she says, voice warm with fondness now. "Just tell her you’ve been thinking about her and ask if she wants to go on another date. She doesn’t live under a rock—she knows shit’s been sideways for the dragoons." Pausing, because this is a really fucking weird position to be in, Flora clears her throat and cautiously adds, "I don't think Jack would do anything if you and Caly became a thing. He...isn't the type to interfere, like that."
The game reclaims her attention for a moment and she hums thoughtfully at his answer. "Doesn’t pick any traditional condiments," she echoes, eyes narrowing as she flips down a row of chipper, ketchup, mayo, relish, and mustard coded faces.
She glances at her own card—a man with an unsettling smile and the kind of hairline that suggested he kept secrets
She leans in across the table, chin resting on her hand, eyes dancing with challenge. "Alright, does your person look like they’d be offended if someone said ‘live laugh love’ unironically?"
My house of stone, your ivy grows
And now I'm covered in you
And now I'm covered in you
