Can't touch me, like Gojo—Look good in all my photos
Feigning great injury at the land of her hand, one of his own cupping the spot as if he might bleed out otherwise, he squints back at her. "Do you want like a list, or like, how long do you wanna be here and listen to it all?" Because what's wrong with him surely has to be more than one page if his cousin's penis is inserting itself between them right now, but given they'd just been discussing what she liked and all the heat buzzing between them, well, it made enough sense to think she missed some aspect of what she once had.
His playful injuries immediately fade, all the heat from his gaze darkening as if ash has gathered the moment she reveals what she means. His features sharpen, but she claims them swiftly, the outrage detonating inside instead with a flash of betrayal. It's not aimed at her, but at Koa, who KNEW!? Koa knew and didn't say shit to him? What the fuck, man. Worse, Koa knew, and didn't do more to shield Flora from it?
The swift streak of thought and war of feelings nearly threatens to make whatever she says next irrelevant, but her tongue is cutting enough to cleave throughhis own self-destruction and make him hear her, quick and precise. Oh, comes the understanding, fire and swords deflating back into the soft slope of his shoulders, hackles lowered. Confusion bubbles up in the wake, like rapid cooling forcing out something still. She continues, and he eases further, attention rapt even as her muzzle drops away.
He can see the guilt she drags up with the admission, the way she tries to hold the pieces of this failure carefully in her hands like she could attempt to fit them back together once last time but all her tape and glue keeps letting her down, so now what? "That was a really nice thing for you to do," he offers softly, reaching out to take her hand, tugging it to his chest and holding it there. "But whatever's going on with him and Soh is between him and Soh. The same way that what went on between you and Jack wasn't about him either, ultimately. You said he was competing with a telepath, but so was I, right? So it's not even about that, in the end." She and Koa hadn't worked out, simple as that. "Besides," here he can't help the gentle smile that creeps in, because generous as she'd tried to be, he doesn't think her plan had really worked like she wanted in a few ways. "You really expected something that he magically forgot to change him? Flora, even if he remembered, we're fucking dense as hell." Whether he means his cousin and he, or just, men, yes.
His playful injuries immediately fade, all the heat from his gaze darkening as if ash has gathered the moment she reveals what she means. His features sharpen, but she claims them swiftly, the outrage detonating inside instead with a flash of betrayal. It's not aimed at her, but at Koa, who KNEW!? Koa knew and didn't say shit to him? What the fuck, man. Worse, Koa knew, and didn't do more to shield Flora from it?
The swift streak of thought and war of feelings nearly threatens to make whatever she says next irrelevant, but her tongue is cutting enough to cleave throughhis own self-destruction and make him hear her, quick and precise. Oh, comes the understanding, fire and swords deflating back into the soft slope of his shoulders, hackles lowered. Confusion bubbles up in the wake, like rapid cooling forcing out something still. She continues, and he eases further, attention rapt even as her muzzle drops away.
He can see the guilt she drags up with the admission, the way she tries to hold the pieces of this failure carefully in her hands like she could attempt to fit them back together once last time but all her tape and glue keeps letting her down, so now what? "That was a really nice thing for you to do," he offers softly, reaching out to take her hand, tugging it to his chest and holding it there. "But whatever's going on with him and Soh is between him and Soh. The same way that what went on between you and Jack wasn't about him either, ultimately. You said he was competing with a telepath, but so was I, right? So it's not even about that, in the end." She and Koa hadn't worked out, simple as that. "Besides," here he can't help the gentle smile that creeps in, because generous as she'd tried to be, he doesn't think her plan had really worked like she wanted in a few ways. "You really expected something that he magically forgot to change him? Flora, even if he remembered, we're fucking dense as hell." Whether he means his cousin and he, or just, men, yes.
Kaisel
Sexy jutsu, I feel like Naruto—Fightin' demons in my head like I'm Itadori
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
