flora
Flora chuckles low under her breath, a smug little sound that slides into an exaggerated sigh as she rolls her eyes. "No, dummy," she says, swiping another gummy worm just to point it at him. “"If you played Go Fish with the cards now, you could be studying them while we play. So when you’re with Caly, you can just casually be like, oh hey, what about we try the old sky-anchor swivel kiss, and she’ll think you’re a goddamn savant between the sheets." Or on the picnic table.
She pops the worm in her mouth, chewing as she gestures broadly like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. "Or—and I know this is a wild suggestion—you could bring the cards. Make it a sex version of choose-your-own-adventure." Her brows lift with mock astonishment. "And no I am not under thinking the letter. You’re never going to impress her with words. You’re no Shakespeare babe."
The teasing edge softens slightly as she catches the flicker of hesitation again. Flora tilts her head, the humour draining just enough to make room for something else. "We haven't been doing anything," she says slowly, about mentioning Jack. "You're the one whose brought him up both times." Her gaze holds his for a second, not accusing—just observing. And maybe a little protective over both of them.
"Caly doesn’t seem like the subtle type. Or the sweet-gestures-at-your-window kind. She was born in the stars, Kaisel. The bar is literally cosmic. If you want to impress her, take her on a date that gets her heart pounding. Something where she can show off, see one of her shifts, maybe. Show her you're not a basic mayo bitch."
She taps a finger against the table to punctuate it, then turns back to her board, frowning at the paper faces still staring blankly up at her. A few more get flicked down as she ponders his last answer and then offers her own. "They definitely lose their glasses constantly, but they’ve got a weird drawer full of, like, twelve mismatched pairs that definitely don’t belong to them."
A gummy worm dangles from her lips like a lazy snake tongue as she leans in again, voice lazy and sly. "Okay. Does your person look like they’d believe in conspiracy theories...but only the dumb ones? Like birds not being real?"
She pops the worm in her mouth, chewing as she gestures broadly like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. "Or—and I know this is a wild suggestion—you could bring the cards. Make it a sex version of choose-your-own-adventure." Her brows lift with mock astonishment. "And no I am not under thinking the letter. You’re never going to impress her with words. You’re no Shakespeare babe."
The teasing edge softens slightly as she catches the flicker of hesitation again. Flora tilts her head, the humour draining just enough to make room for something else. "We haven't been doing anything," she says slowly, about mentioning Jack. "You're the one whose brought him up both times." Her gaze holds his for a second, not accusing—just observing. And maybe a little protective over both of them.
"Caly doesn’t seem like the subtle type. Or the sweet-gestures-at-your-window kind. She was born in the stars, Kaisel. The bar is literally cosmic. If you want to impress her, take her on a date that gets her heart pounding. Something where she can show off, see one of her shifts, maybe. Show her you're not a basic mayo bitch."
She taps a finger against the table to punctuate it, then turns back to her board, frowning at the paper faces still staring blankly up at her. A few more get flicked down as she ponders his last answer and then offers her own. "They definitely lose their glasses constantly, but they’ve got a weird drawer full of, like, twelve mismatched pairs that definitely don’t belong to them."
A gummy worm dangles from her lips like a lazy snake tongue as she leans in again, voice lazy and sly. "Okay. Does your person look like they’d believe in conspiracy theories...but only the dumb ones? Like birds not being real?"
My house of stone, your ivy grows
And now I'm covered in you
And now I'm covered in you
