If your heart's on the line, you could take mine
”GASP!” he gasps, loudly and with honest dramatics. ”MY OWN MERCH!?” Like a relative of the Grinch, his eyes double in size, taking on a faraway shine of someone caught up in dreams. ”Say less, when can we do this?” If he picks up the pace for collecting, it’s surely unrelated to a sudden duty-bound desire to finish this quest asap. Worst case, he could get Ronin to bring him back, right? Flora might be rubbing off on him, and not in the dirty way, although that’s not out of the question.
There’s certainly something he’d like to rub off on her too, but evidently it can’t be impressively swung around post shower. ”What!” his voice pitches up into affront. ”I’m putting on a show. That takes skill baybee.” His smile grows crooked and he throws her a wink, entirely aware that it’s more for his own amusement sake, and absolutely unwilling to stop just because she might scream rain at him now.
What he isn’t so easily able to let go, is the deep disappoint at finding Mel is not on his side. ”Okay but,” he whines, grabbing at a few more rocks and poorly trying to juggle them before depositing them in the backpack. ”she said, if everything was the same. That implies more than just the body is the same, right?” He uses both free hands now to speak with him, setting down the argument in the air with a certain shape his fingers mold out. ”So if there’s two exact Floras, then how am I in the wrong?”
There’s certainly something he’d like to rub off on her too, but evidently it can’t be impressively swung around post shower. ”What!” his voice pitches up into affront. ”I’m putting on a show. That takes skill baybee.” His smile grows crooked and he throws her a wink, entirely aware that it’s more for his own amusement sake, and absolutely unwilling to stop just because she might scream rain at him now.
What he isn’t so easily able to let go, is the deep disappoint at finding Mel is not on his side. ”Okay but,” he whines, grabbing at a few more rocks and poorly trying to juggle them before depositing them in the backpack. ”she said, if everything was the same. That implies more than just the body is the same, right?” He uses both free hands now to speak with him, setting down the argument in the air with a certain shape his fingers mold out. ”So if there’s two exact Floras, then how am I in the wrong?”
Kaisel
Say you want the moon, watch me learn to fly
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
