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Flora's grin turns sharp and wicked at that, eyes lighting with something bright and delighted as she tilts her head at him. "Or I could start insulting you and see if we get results faster?" she counters, the threat entirely unserious, the sparkle in her gaze giving her away long before the softness at the corners of her mouth does.
At the suggestion of Asta being let loose on Jcak, she lets out a laugh that slips easily into something almost indulgent, her shoulders lifting as she exhales. "Gods, I’d love to see Asta tear into him," she says, the image clearly appealing, before her expression softens into something more wistful, like it's a delicacy she'll never be able to taste. Then again, knowing what she did about Jack, she'd never actually subject any of her friends to him willingly.
As for Sunjata, she laughs again, lifting her glass for another easy sip. "You don’t know the half of it," she says, shaking her head slightly. "I’m pretty sure my dad dream-killed him one time, then maybe almost killed him another time?"
Her hand lifts then, the one with the engagement ring catching the light as she angles it just enough to draw attention to one of her other gold rings. "I have a truth ring," she says simply, as if that explains everything. "So yes, I knew he was absolutely keeping something from me." Her grin returns as she looks up at him, fingers idly ticking along his side for emphasis. "Oh, and he hella talks in his sleep and kept mumbling something about it. Also something about a glass onion? But I haven't quite figured that one out yet."
At the suggestion of Asta being let loose on Jcak, she lets out a laugh that slips easily into something almost indulgent, her shoulders lifting as she exhales. "Gods, I’d love to see Asta tear into him," she says, the image clearly appealing, before her expression softens into something more wistful, like it's a delicacy she'll never be able to taste. Then again, knowing what she did about Jack, she'd never actually subject any of her friends to him willingly.
As for Sunjata, she laughs again, lifting her glass for another easy sip. "You don’t know the half of it," she says, shaking her head slightly. "I’m pretty sure my dad dream-killed him one time, then maybe almost killed him another time?"
Her hand lifts then, the one with the engagement ring catching the light as she angles it just enough to draw attention to one of her other gold rings. "I have a truth ring," she says simply, as if that explains everything. "So yes, I knew he was absolutely keeping something from me." Her grin returns as she looks up at him, fingers idly ticking along his side for emphasis. "Oh, and he hella talks in his sleep and kept mumbling something about it. Also something about a glass onion? But I haven't quite figured that one out yet."
Fever dream high in the quiet of the night
You know that I caught it
You know that I caught it
