know i'll stay beside that telephone line
She has half a mind to emit a shitty comment, like Jack? but Caly’s already trying to move past it, even though the praise that comes after has the young attuned twisting back to flash a sunny smile back at the Doubletake. “Thanks. I’ve had time t’practice.” As the glasses sit to dry, she twists back to Flora, drying her hands with a towel that she drapes over her shoulder with ease, leaning against the bar with all the lanquidity of a cat.
Nodding, her smile remains just as masked sunshine, the artificial light in the room when the sun was beyond the clouds. “Yeah? Kai told ya?” This is asked carefully, casually, like she didn’t imagine him leaving her birthday party after getting kicked out and running straight for the Sugar Tide.
Even though she had. Over and over again.
Her gaze follows Flora’s up to the rafters of the Hanged Man and the glitter that still clings to the grooves in the bartop despite how much scrubbing had gone into it. “Nova and her glitter, what can ya do? She made us all matchin’ hats ‘n that shit got everywhere. It was even before the glitter cannons went off.” Whether there was or wasn’t a glitter cannon, Caly isn’t so sure. She’d immediately gone and gotten a bottle or two to drown out the fire in her soul.
“Soooo, how’s bein’ back in Haulani treatin’ ya?” She asks, trying to return to her friendliness, like she can warm up the edges of her that have grown cold.
Nodding, her smile remains just as masked sunshine, the artificial light in the room when the sun was beyond the clouds. “Yeah? Kai told ya?” This is asked carefully, casually, like she didn’t imagine him leaving her birthday party after getting kicked out and running straight for the Sugar Tide.
Even though she had. Over and over again.
Her gaze follows Flora’s up to the rafters of the Hanged Man and the glitter that still clings to the grooves in the bartop despite how much scrubbing had gone into it. “Nova and her glitter, what can ya do? She made us all matchin’ hats ‘n that shit got everywhere. It was even before the glitter cannons went off.” Whether there was or wasn’t a glitter cannon, Caly isn’t so sure. She’d immediately gone and gotten a bottle or two to drown out the fire in her soul.
“Soooo, how’s bein’ back in Haulani treatin’ ya?” She asks, trying to return to her friendliness, like she can warm up the edges of her that have grown cold.
Calypso
and tomorrow we might steal the sun from underneath our eyes
