i could be the reason you can't sleep at night
Flora’s mouth pulls to one side as she considers, her footing slowing just enough that the thought can catch up with her. "Maybe?" she allows after a moment, her gaze drifting briefly into the strange violet haze before snapping back with a faint squint. "Do I get, like, to bring the Sugartide, or am I just floating around out there on my own?"
Her attention shifts as Mateo lifts the bag, and her brows climb immediately, something bright and approving flickering across her expression as she gives him a slow, exaggerated once-over that lands squarely on it, her fingers lifting to waggle lightly in his direction like she’s awarding him something intangible but very real all the same. "Wow, look at you being prepared," she says, the approval threaded through with an easy, teasing lilt. Then she follows the line of his indication downward, and whatever that flicker of approval had been folds neatly into something sharper, her nose wrinkling against before she shifts her weight back a fraction instead of forward.
"Of course I’m not chicken," she corrects, the words clipped with just enough offence to make it (maybe) convincing. "But you’ve got two perfectly good hands, what exactly do you need me down there for?"
Her attention shifts as Mateo lifts the bag, and her brows climb immediately, something bright and approving flickering across her expression as she gives him a slow, exaggerated once-over that lands squarely on it, her fingers lifting to waggle lightly in his direction like she’s awarding him something intangible but very real all the same. "Wow, look at you being prepared," she says, the approval threaded through with an easy, teasing lilt. Then she follows the line of his indication downward, and whatever that flicker of approval had been folds neatly into something sharper, her nose wrinkling against before she shifts her weight back a fraction instead of forward.
"Of course I’m not chicken," she corrects, the words clipped with just enough offence to make it (maybe) convincing. "But you’ve got two perfectly good hands, what exactly do you need me down there for?"
