Whether I'm gonna curse you out or
Take you back to my house
Take you back to my house
Flora hums softly, the sound lilting like wind through beaded curtains as she nods, catching the slipstream of Caly’s gratitude and letting it settle somewhere behind her ribs. With a flick of her fingers, she gestures toward the cushioned bench tucked into the shaded nook of the Sugar Tide’s small seating area. "Come on," she murmurs, padding barefoot to the other end and curling onto the sun-warmed cushions in a sprawl that’s more regal than lazy, ankle looping over her knee as she sinks into the plush linen.
Another sip of her drink draws a pleased sigh, the cool fizz crackling against her tongue. "Glad you three got out alright," she says at last, voice low and mellow. "Things got...crazy, after."
At the attuned's thanks, Flora turns, the corner of her mouth twitching into a crooked grin. "It's honestly really nice to hear," she says, a rare, earnest note threading through her tone before it dissolves into something brighter, lighter, entirely more amused.
Her brows lift with theatrical flair, and she lets out a soft laugh under her breath, the sound half delight, half chagrin. "The Lost and Found," she repeats, rolling the name around her tongue like it might bite back. "I meant to take care of that before leaving the bar full-time, but..." Well, there had been a lot to do.
There’s a flicker in her expression—too quick to catch unless you’re looking—but then she’s smiling again, this time with unmistakable mischief. "You and your siblings wanna join the cause, or would you rather keep pretending that door just leads to a closet or something?" Her drink swirls idly in her hand, sun flashing through frost and citrus as she tilts her head toward Caly with open invitation.
Another sip of her drink draws a pleased sigh, the cool fizz crackling against her tongue. "Glad you three got out alright," she says at last, voice low and mellow. "Things got...crazy, after."
At the attuned's thanks, Flora turns, the corner of her mouth twitching into a crooked grin. "It's honestly really nice to hear," she says, a rare, earnest note threading through her tone before it dissolves into something brighter, lighter, entirely more amused.
Her brows lift with theatrical flair, and she lets out a soft laugh under her breath, the sound half delight, half chagrin. "The Lost and Found," she repeats, rolling the name around her tongue like it might bite back. "I meant to take care of that before leaving the bar full-time, but..." Well, there had been a lot to do.
There’s a flicker in her expression—too quick to catch unless you’re looking—but then she’s smiling again, this time with unmistakable mischief. "You and your siblings wanna join the cause, or would you rather keep pretending that door just leads to a closet or something?" Her drink swirls idly in her hand, sun flashing through frost and citrus as she tilts her head toward Caly with open invitation.
flora
I haven't decided yet
But I'm gonna get you back
But I'm gonna get you back
