Whether I'm gonna curse you out or
Take you back to my house
Take you back to my house
There’s a flicker in Flora's expression when he looks back at her, something quick and knowing that catches the shape of that wolfish glance and answers it without a word, her mouth curving just slightly as she shifts on the counter. It’s a good thing there isn’t ice cream involved this time, no careless sweetness waiting to be abandoned, no excuse for him to pay attention to her lips and then to close the distance in that same sudden, breath-stealing way he once had, because Flora is fairly certain—watching the way his gaze drags and then snaps away—that if he reached for her like that now, if he put his hands on her and pulled her down instead of letting her sit there, they wouldn't be able to finish this conversation at all.
At the mention of Koa, though, her nose wrinkles almost immediately, the expression instinctive and a little too honest as she exhales a soft, incredulous breath. "That’s super weird to think about," she says, not unhappily but with a definite note of please don’t, her head tilting as she looks at him, the sentiment landing somewhere between baffled and faintly amused. "And I am wildly happy that things did not end up that way." Her gaze lingers on him a second longer after that, the edge of her mouth tipping upward into something more mischievous, more openly fond, having choosen this version of things very deliberately, and there’s no world in which she’d trade it even for a moment.
She hums softly at the idea of Koa’s supposed secret family, the sound low and thoughtful as she accepts the glass from Kaisel, her fingers brushing his in passing before she shifts, angling herself a little closer, her knee edging toward him as if proximity is something she collects without noticing, something she can’t quite help as his hand glides over her thigh. Her attention is still fixed on him as he reacts, and at his sharp, indignant that dick! breaks from him, it sends a spark of delight through her that lights her expression from within, because there's nothing better than when someone shares your outrage, especially where drama is concerned.
Flora nods immediately, lifting the rim of her glass just enough to hide the quick grin that pulls at her mouth before taking a sip, her eyes still on him over the edge as if she’s drinking in his reaction just as much as the wine. "I know, right," she says as she lowers it again, the words slipping out with an easy, shared incredulity, her eyes rolling in perfect echo of his as she leans slightly into the counter. "Like, obviously I fully understand how they ended up in the same position," she adds, one shoulder lifting in a small shrug, the admission honest even if it comes with a faint edge. "But the hypocrisy is wild."
Her brows lift then, curiosity threading through the lingering amusement as she tilts her head, her fingers tapping lightly against the stem of her glass. "I wonder what Koa said.." she muses, the thought unfolding slowly as she considers it, her gaze drifting for a second before snapping back to him. "I mean, he and Soh were so much more than he and I were—and way more recent—so..." She trails off, lips pressing together briefly as her brows rise again, the implication settling between them without needing to be spelled out. "I can’t imagine that went well."
At the mention of Koa, though, her nose wrinkles almost immediately, the expression instinctive and a little too honest as she exhales a soft, incredulous breath. "That’s super weird to think about," she says, not unhappily but with a definite note of please don’t, her head tilting as she looks at him, the sentiment landing somewhere between baffled and faintly amused. "And I am wildly happy that things did not end up that way." Her gaze lingers on him a second longer after that, the edge of her mouth tipping upward into something more mischievous, more openly fond, having choosen this version of things very deliberately, and there’s no world in which she’d trade it even for a moment.
She hums softly at the idea of Koa’s supposed secret family, the sound low and thoughtful as she accepts the glass from Kaisel, her fingers brushing his in passing before she shifts, angling herself a little closer, her knee edging toward him as if proximity is something she collects without noticing, something she can’t quite help as his hand glides over her thigh. Her attention is still fixed on him as he reacts, and at his sharp, indignant that dick! breaks from him, it sends a spark of delight through her that lights her expression from within, because there's nothing better than when someone shares your outrage, especially where drama is concerned.
Flora nods immediately, lifting the rim of her glass just enough to hide the quick grin that pulls at her mouth before taking a sip, her eyes still on him over the edge as if she’s drinking in his reaction just as much as the wine. "I know, right," she says as she lowers it again, the words slipping out with an easy, shared incredulity, her eyes rolling in perfect echo of his as she leans slightly into the counter. "Like, obviously I fully understand how they ended up in the same position," she adds, one shoulder lifting in a small shrug, the admission honest even if it comes with a faint edge. "But the hypocrisy is wild."
Her brows lift then, curiosity threading through the lingering amusement as she tilts her head, her fingers tapping lightly against the stem of her glass. "I wonder what Koa said.." she muses, the thought unfolding slowly as she considers it, her gaze drifting for a second before snapping back to him. "I mean, he and Soh were so much more than he and I were—and way more recent—so..." She trails off, lips pressing together briefly as her brows rise again, the implication settling between them without needing to be spelled out. "I can’t imagine that went well."
flora
I haven't decided yet
But I'm gonna get you back
But I'm gonna get you back
