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Flora nods knowingly, lips quirking as she toys with her straw. “"Honestly, it’s best just to leave them to it. Sunjata can more than handle himself against the pair of them." And there’s no mistaking the flicker of admiration in her voice, even if she’s not about to wax poetic on the Flood’s resilience.
As if plucking the thought straight from him, she hums her agreement. "Probably isn’t, like, super healthy," she admits with a half-smile, "but there’s something nice about having someone willing to throw down for you like that." Her mind skips, unbidden, to Jack—the black eyes and knife marks left in her name, whether she’d known about them at the time or not. Gods help her, but it makes her smile just the same, soft at the corners and gone in a flicker before it can linger.
She shifts the mood with a brighter grin. "And as for demigods doing chores—what else are they meant to be doing? There’s no looming threat right now. May as well haul lumber and argue about measurements." A chuckle slips out, light and wicked. "That’s actually why I didn’t invite my mother. Two sex demigods in one place?" She spreads her hands in mock despair. "Nothing would’ve gotten done and Ronin would absolutely have started a proper fight with her."
As if plucking the thought straight from him, she hums her agreement. "Probably isn’t, like, super healthy," she admits with a half-smile, "but there’s something nice about having someone willing to throw down for you like that." Her mind skips, unbidden, to Jack—the black eyes and knife marks left in her name, whether she’d known about them at the time or not. Gods help her, but it makes her smile just the same, soft at the corners and gone in a flicker before it can linger.
She shifts the mood with a brighter grin. "And as for demigods doing chores—what else are they meant to be doing? There’s no looming threat right now. May as well haul lumber and argue about measurements." A chuckle slips out, light and wicked. "That’s actually why I didn’t invite my mother. Two sex demigods in one place?" She spreads her hands in mock despair. "Nothing would’ve gotten done and Ronin would absolutely have started a proper fight with her."
I hold my breath just a little bit longer
halfway out the door but it won't close
halfway out the door but it won't close
