flora
Flora’s frown deepens in real time, her arm slipping free from Mateo's so she can fold them tightly across her chest. "I mean..presumably??" she says, dragging her gaze across the cracked centre again before lifting it outward, scanning the edges like something might have been politely set aside rather than completely removed, her eyes narrowing slightly as though she expects to spot some massive, obvious eggcup-shaped obelisk just sitting there waiting to be acknowledged.
Nothing.
Her nose wrinkles, and she exhales hard enough to send her bangs fluttering off her forehead, the sound somewhere between a sigh and a full-bodied huff of offence. "I don’t even care what he’s doing right now," she mutters, the words edged with irritation as her gaze snaps back toward the empty space like it might answer for itself if she stares at it long enough, "I’m going to channel him, because this is bullshit."
Nothing.
Her nose wrinkles, and she exhales hard enough to send her bangs fluttering off her forehead, the sound somewhere between a sigh and a full-bodied huff of offence. "I don’t even care what he’s doing right now," she mutters, the words edged with irritation as her gaze snaps back toward the empty space like it might answer for itself if she stares at it long enough, "I’m going to channel him, because this is bullshit."
I hold my breath just a little bit longer
halfway out the door but it won't close
halfway out the door but it won't close
