such stuff as dreams are made on

flora

Flora lets out a breathy laugh, her eyes narrowing with faux suspicion as she levels a finger at him over her tea. " Mmhmm, no one’s safe from my birthday omniscience." She grins, tipping her head back against the wall for a moment, steam curling upward between them. "Honestly, it isn't like having an enchanted calendar would be hard to get." Especially for an accepted.

As Niki eases onto the stool, she follows suit with a much less graceful flop, folding her legs under her and cupping the warm mug between both hands. "Obviously it makes it more effective," she says gravely, taking a sip of tea like she’s sealing the truth into her soul. "When things happen silently, it's impossible to know that they're working, you know? And like, who's going to mess with a necromancer who can whoooooooooooooosh his cane to his side?"

The brightness of her smile softens at his next words, her brows lifting as she swirls her tea with a little tilt. "Of course I’m serious," she echoes, glancing sideways at him with something gentle flickering in her aqua eyes. "And I’m not letting you stay. I’ve been hounding you about this for ages. I should be thanking you for finally giving in."

you're under the feeling like teenagers in cars
it ain't robbing or stealing if the moment is ours

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!