candlewax & polaroids on the hardwood floor
“I always knew Ronin was the neater one, but…geeze.” Flora’s voice is effortless and bright. Glancing at one of the railings where she might otherwise have elegantly draped herself, instead the girl just wrinkles her nose at the dust and avoids touching anything that might sully her outfit.
Raising her eyes that were more aqua rather than sea glass, Flora raises her eyebrows, wondering how long she could last in here before she started sneezing. ”I just came to tell you that I’m moving to Torchline.” Said as nonchalantly as she could (having practiced it over and over in her mind, it did indeed come out very casually), she then shrugged her shoulders. “Okay well, you look busy, so…” So, she was going to go before this turned into a lecture.
Raising her eyes that were more aqua rather than sea glass, Flora raises her eyebrows, wondering how long she could last in here before she started sneezing. ”I just came to tell you that I’m moving to Torchline.” Said as nonchalantly as she could (having practiced it over and over in her mind, it did indeed come out very casually), she then shrugged her shoulders. “Okay well, you look busy, so…” So, she was going to go before this turned into a lecture.
