Whether I'm gonna curse you out or
Take you back to my house
Take you back to my house
Flora snorts under her breath. "Surely one of your staff caters to teacher-kinks," she drawls, squeezing her sponge until muddy water drips back into the bucket, "and could come up here for a few spelling lessons." The suggestion is perfectly deadpan, though her grin betrays her amusement.
She wrinkles her nose and nods along, emphatic in her agreement. "Right? It did feel like kind of a superpower though," she says, tossing him a sly look from under her lashes. "You’d walk into a room and just...know who was infected." She shrugs as she turns back to the wall, the sponge leaving wet, glimmering trails through the last stubborn patches. "Not a superpower I miss," she admits lightly, "but hey, teeny tiny silver lining."
At the mention of Hotaru, her lips twitch into something between fondness and sympathy. The sigh that escapes her is quiet but full of understanding. "Sorry," she murmurs, glancing sideways at him with a knowing look that says she gets it—how her mother’s fixations could eclipse entire rooms. Flora could roll her eyes as a daughter, but as a partner? She can only imagine how terrible it must be for him.
His compliment draws an immediate spark of laughter, bright and delighted. "Not all of us had oodles of magic to fall back on," she teases, tossing her sponge into the bucket with a wet plop. "Tell me, though—if I channelled you to do my side as well, does it still count as my work?" The wicked grin she flashes him makes her gold rings flash too, the light catching like applause before she tilts her head, feigning innocence.
The joke lingers for a moment before she clears her throat, the motion a little too deliberate. "So..." she says, voice skating toward casual and not quite landing there, "how are...all the other residents of King’s End?" Her eyes flick toward him, then away again, pretending to be deeply invested in the wallpaper when what she really means is how is Jack?
She wrinkles her nose and nods along, emphatic in her agreement. "Right? It did feel like kind of a superpower though," she says, tossing him a sly look from under her lashes. "You’d walk into a room and just...know who was infected." She shrugs as she turns back to the wall, the sponge leaving wet, glimmering trails through the last stubborn patches. "Not a superpower I miss," she admits lightly, "but hey, teeny tiny silver lining."
At the mention of Hotaru, her lips twitch into something between fondness and sympathy. The sigh that escapes her is quiet but full of understanding. "Sorry," she murmurs, glancing sideways at him with a knowing look that says she gets it—how her mother’s fixations could eclipse entire rooms. Flora could roll her eyes as a daughter, but as a partner? She can only imagine how terrible it must be for him.
His compliment draws an immediate spark of laughter, bright and delighted. "Not all of us had oodles of magic to fall back on," she teases, tossing her sponge into the bucket with a wet plop. "Tell me, though—if I channelled you to do my side as well, does it still count as my work?" The wicked grin she flashes him makes her gold rings flash too, the light catching like applause before she tilts her head, feigning innocence.
The joke lingers for a moment before she clears her throat, the motion a little too deliberate. "So..." she says, voice skating toward casual and not quite landing there, "how are...all the other residents of King’s End?" Her eyes flick toward him, then away again, pretending to be deeply invested in the wallpaper when what she really means is how is Jack?
flora
I haven't decided yet
But I'm gonna get you back
But I'm gonna get you back
