lay your soul onto mine
Flora smirks despite herself, mud still streaked along her shoulder like some deeply personal affront, and she tips her head toward Kaisel with theatrical restraint. "That’s true," she concedes lightly. "And I'll be sure to write a very strongly worded negative review after this if it isn't somehow made up to me," she adds, tone breezy and indulgent, as though being nearly exfoliated alive is simply an inconvenience to be itemized later.
She rolls her eyes at him with fond exaggeration when he questions her preparedness, huffing softly as she falls into step again. "You should always assume I’ve got something on me," she tells him, raising one brow and flashing him a lopsided grin that sharpens at the edges. "Even when I'm naked." Perhaps especially then. She leaves that hanging deliberately, letting him do whatever he likes with the implications as the steam thickens around them.
The hand signals earn a faint, dubious frown from her, lips pursing as she glances between Kai and the writhing mud. She’s fairly certain that stealth is a wasted effort when the enemy is, in fact, sentient sludge, (clearly Flora is the sort to immediately choose option B anytime a stealth mission is offered) and she’s already on the brink of saying as much when the hulking cocoon shifts in the doorway. Flora halts abruptly, eyes widening as fingers claw their way through the muck, revealing lips and tongue beneath in a way that feels far more like a body horror than relief. Her stomach twists even as she registers the truth of it, the horror sharpened by the knowledge that someone is trapped inside, alive and terrified.
She moves without hesitation, rushing to Kaisel’s side and shooing the tide jaguar aside with a quick, practiced gesture so she can get closer. Her hands come up, fingers digging into the yielding mud around the man’s face as she starts to pry it back, voice dropping into something soothing and earnest even as the words themselves veer shamelessly sideways. "You’re alright," she murmurs to the trapped bather, calm and steady. "We’ve got you. Kaisel’s actually very highly trained in stripping things off, so you’re in excellent hands, and don't be worried about the size of his candy cane, because he’s very handy with it." She shoots Kaisel a quick, unapologetic glance through the steam, lips twitching despite the situation, before refocusing on the task at hand, mud squelching obscenely beneath her fingers as the horror-comedy chaos of the spa continues to unravel around them.
She rolls her eyes at him with fond exaggeration when he questions her preparedness, huffing softly as she falls into step again. "You should always assume I’ve got something on me," she tells him, raising one brow and flashing him a lopsided grin that sharpens at the edges. "Even when I'm naked." Perhaps especially then. She leaves that hanging deliberately, letting him do whatever he likes with the implications as the steam thickens around them.
The hand signals earn a faint, dubious frown from her, lips pursing as she glances between Kai and the writhing mud. She’s fairly certain that stealth is a wasted effort when the enemy is, in fact, sentient sludge, (clearly Flora is the sort to immediately choose option B anytime a stealth mission is offered) and she’s already on the brink of saying as much when the hulking cocoon shifts in the doorway. Flora halts abruptly, eyes widening as fingers claw their way through the muck, revealing lips and tongue beneath in a way that feels far more like a body horror than relief. Her stomach twists even as she registers the truth of it, the horror sharpened by the knowledge that someone is trapped inside, alive and terrified.
She moves without hesitation, rushing to Kaisel’s side and shooing the tide jaguar aside with a quick, practiced gesture so she can get closer. Her hands come up, fingers digging into the yielding mud around the man’s face as she starts to pry it back, voice dropping into something soothing and earnest even as the words themselves veer shamelessly sideways. "You’re alright," she murmurs to the trapped bather, calm and steady. "We’ve got you. Kaisel’s actually very highly trained in stripping things off, so you’re in excellent hands, and don't be worried about the size of his candy cane, because he’s very handy with it." She shoots Kaisel a quick, unapologetic glance through the steam, lips twitching despite the situation, before refocusing on the task at hand, mud squelching obscenely beneath her fingers as the horror-comedy chaos of the spa continues to unravel around them.
