flora
Flora lets out a soft, indignant little huh! at that, chin tipping up just slightly as if in offense, though the curve of her mouth gives her away almost immediately. "Guess we’re both rubbing off on each other, huh?" she says, the words light and easy, her lips twisting into something that sits right between mischief and fondness.
At his question about the rings, she only lifts her hand between them, waggling her fingers in a way that makes the gold catch the light without offering anything useful at all, her shoulders rising in a deliberately vague shrug. "I’ll never tell," she says, entirely unbothered, before her smile sharpens just a touch. "But honestly? Watching your step is probably good advice anyway, so.."
When he actually takes a step back, hands up like he’s trying to physically distance himself from the information he’s just dangled in front of her, Flora immediately steps forward again to close it, not about to let him get away that easily. "Oh, so it is something birthday-related then," she says, quick and triumphant, like she’s just caught him in something undeniable. "Good to know, good to know," she adds, narrowing her eyes at him in playful suspicion, her grin already threatening to break through it.
"Another drink?" She asks suddenly, placing their (nearly) empty glasses on a tray and snaggging two more as they float by.
At his question about the rings, she only lifts her hand between them, waggling her fingers in a way that makes the gold catch the light without offering anything useful at all, her shoulders rising in a deliberately vague shrug. "I’ll never tell," she says, entirely unbothered, before her smile sharpens just a touch. "But honestly? Watching your step is probably good advice anyway, so.."
When he actually takes a step back, hands up like he’s trying to physically distance himself from the information he’s just dangled in front of her, Flora immediately steps forward again to close it, not about to let him get away that easily. "Oh, so it is something birthday-related then," she says, quick and triumphant, like she’s just caught him in something undeniable. "Good to know, good to know," she adds, narrowing her eyes at him in playful suspicion, her grin already threatening to break through it.
"Another drink?" She asks suddenly, placing their (nearly) empty glasses on a tray and snaggging two more as they float by.
Fever dream high in the quiet of the night
You know that I caught it
You know that I caught it
