Whether I'm gonna curse you out or
Take you back to my house
Take you back to my house
Flora exhales softly, nodding once like the motion might settle something restless under her skin, and for a second she has to stop herself from reaching up to rub at her shoulder, the phantom echo of something sharp lodged there making her shift her grip on the glass instead. "Yeah," she murmurs, almost under her breath, before tilting her head toward Sunjata, curiosity slipping in through the cracks of her own frustration. "What was your argument about?"
At his question, her attention drifts back inward, the thread of her own thoughts tugging her along as she takes another sip of water, letting it sit on her tongue for a second like it might cool the irritation simmering there. "It was about her new region or whatever," she says with a small shrug, though the dismissal doesn’t quite hide the edge beneath it. "I told her I’d help however I could, because...I mean, we were friends, so of course I'd help her," she adds, glancing briefly at him before her gaze flicks away again.
Pulling in a breath, she steadies herself, but it doesn’t quite smooth out the hurt that creeps into her voice anyway. "And then I find out she tried to poach my best friend," Flora continues, the words landing sharper now, more defined, "and just now she made it sound like I was trying to control everyone and not let them leave?" The exhale that follows is heavier, more frustrated than she means it to be, and she blinks quickly as that familiar sting presses at the back of her eyes, shaking her head as if she can physically dislodge it. "But it wasn’t that at all," she insists, quieter now, more earnest, like she needs him to understand the shape of it properly. "Obviously people can go wherever they want. I’m not—" She cuts herself off with a small, helpless motion of her hand, searching for something that doesn’t sound defensive even though it feels like she’s being backed into it.
"But if you’re going to, like, intentionally sweeten the deal to get my best friend to move to your region, a heads up would’ve been nice?" Flora says, looking back at him now, something imploring in her expression, frustration and hurt tangled together in a way that refuses to sit neatly. "I mean, Sohalia isn’t just anyone. She’s my best friend, and Colt knows that." Her brows knit slightly, disbelief creeping in at the edges again. "Like, of all the millions of people in Caido, you try to poach her without so much as saying anything to me first?"
At his question, her attention drifts back inward, the thread of her own thoughts tugging her along as she takes another sip of water, letting it sit on her tongue for a second like it might cool the irritation simmering there. "It was about her new region or whatever," she says with a small shrug, though the dismissal doesn’t quite hide the edge beneath it. "I told her I’d help however I could, because...I mean, we were friends, so of course I'd help her," she adds, glancing briefly at him before her gaze flicks away again.
Pulling in a breath, she steadies herself, but it doesn’t quite smooth out the hurt that creeps into her voice anyway. "And then I find out she tried to poach my best friend," Flora continues, the words landing sharper now, more defined, "and just now she made it sound like I was trying to control everyone and not let them leave?" The exhale that follows is heavier, more frustrated than she means it to be, and she blinks quickly as that familiar sting presses at the back of her eyes, shaking her head as if she can physically dislodge it. "But it wasn’t that at all," she insists, quieter now, more earnest, like she needs him to understand the shape of it properly. "Obviously people can go wherever they want. I’m not—" She cuts herself off with a small, helpless motion of her hand, searching for something that doesn’t sound defensive even though it feels like she’s being backed into it.
"But if you’re going to, like, intentionally sweeten the deal to get my best friend to move to your region, a heads up would’ve been nice?" Flora says, looking back at him now, something imploring in her expression, frustration and hurt tangled together in a way that refuses to sit neatly. "I mean, Sohalia isn’t just anyone. She’s my best friend, and Colt knows that." Her brows knit slightly, disbelief creeping in at the edges again. "Like, of all the millions of people in Caido, you try to poach her without so much as saying anything to me first?"
flora
I haven't decided yet
But I'm gonna get you back
But I'm gonna get you back
