that drip could turn torrential

flora

Flora can't help it as she snickers into her drink at D-Dog. The grin that follows is all affection and mischief, her aqua eyes bright as she glances sidelong at Kai, eyes alight with the kind of laughter she’s trying (and failing) to smother, only for the sound to brighten again when he addresses Asta’s shadow as if it’s a person.

By the time the Ancients take their drinks, her smile is endlessly pleased and smug. Her nose crinkles in fond mischief, the look tossed between them quick and sparkling before her attention finds its way back to Kai; inevitably, easily.

As they begin their slow stroll toward Wildering House, Flora's hand slips easily beneath the edge of Kai's shirt, fingers resting against the warm skin of his hip. Her damp curls cling to her temple, catching faint sparks of torchlight each time she leans close enough that her laughter brushes against his shoulder. "Maybe for one of our regional quests," she says, voice low and playful, "I'll make the water warm enough for you to swim in during any season."

Her smile curves wider, teasing as she glances to Asta and Danta. "Although with how hot you two run, I’m not convinced you couldn't go in now and be just fine."

I hope you're wetting your appetite, finding your way into someone's eyes
I hope you're dreaming in black and white, and seeing in colour

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!