i can't help it if i want to kiss you in the rain, so
Flora’s grin widens at Melita’s quip, her eyebrows bouncing upward in mischievous agreement before her gaze drifts sideways toward Kaisel with the sort of theatrical consideration that suggests he’s already halfway volunteered. "Well," she says brightly, one corner of her mouth curling as she looks him over, "maybe we just make you a special suit that lets you be safely shot out of the cannon." Her eyes flick back to Melita, the idea clearly delighting her more the longer she holds it. "We could put the launch point up on the cliffs by the hang gliding. Real scenic departure. I bet the tourists would love it." The smile she sends the Honeybee is wicked and playful, the kind that implies this could absolutely become a Torchline attraction if given half the chance.
As Kaisel slips away from her reach again she leans slightly toward him, lowering her voice just enough that the words brush the humid air between them. "I’ll turn you into potential ammo if you don’t quit it," she murmurs menacingly, though the threat collapses immediately into amusement as the corners of her mouth twitch.
The sky chooses that exact moment to begin its horrible screaming, and her hand moves before she really thinks about it, reaching automatically for his as he shifts, fingers closing around his without hesitation while the sound claws through the air and rattles along her bones. When he mutters about giggle rain she lets out a soft, breathy chuckle under her breath, squeezing his hand once before releasing it so she can bend again for the scattered stones. "Me," she says dryly, giving him an affectionate roll of her eyes as she straightens with another handful of volcanic fragments, "when you helicopter after getting out of the shower."
She continues gathering rocks without ceremony, dropping several into the waiting backpack while Kaisel edges toward the debate he’d clearly been itching to reignite. Flora glances briefly toward Melita with a quick flash of conspiratorial amusement, the grin that follows easy and knowing, assuming the Honeybee would absolutely understand the rage-bait argument for what it was.
Once the latest pile disappears into the depths of the bag Flora pats the pack with a satisfied little thump. "Well," she says lightly, brushing dark dust from her palms, "if all that somehow isn’t enough for Remi to work with, he and Ronin can always come out here and grab the rest themselves."
Last round! Gather the last of your rocks!
As Kaisel slips away from her reach again she leans slightly toward him, lowering her voice just enough that the words brush the humid air between them. "I’ll turn you into potential ammo if you don’t quit it," she murmurs menacingly, though the threat collapses immediately into amusement as the corners of her mouth twitch.
The sky chooses that exact moment to begin its horrible screaming, and her hand moves before she really thinks about it, reaching automatically for his as he shifts, fingers closing around his without hesitation while the sound claws through the air and rattles along her bones. When he mutters about giggle rain she lets out a soft, breathy chuckle under her breath, squeezing his hand once before releasing it so she can bend again for the scattered stones. "Me," she says dryly, giving him an affectionate roll of her eyes as she straightens with another handful of volcanic fragments, "when you helicopter after getting out of the shower."
She continues gathering rocks without ceremony, dropping several into the waiting backpack while Kaisel edges toward the debate he’d clearly been itching to reignite. Flora glances briefly toward Melita with a quick flash of conspiratorial amusement, the grin that follows easy and knowing, assuming the Honeybee would absolutely understand the rage-bait argument for what it was.
Once the latest pile disappears into the depths of the bag Flora pats the pack with a satisfied little thump. "Well," she says lightly, brushing dark dust from her palms, "if all that somehow isn’t enough for Remi to work with, he and Ronin can always come out here and grab the rest themselves."
Last round! Gather the last of your rocks!
