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What sort of predator Jack might be is something Flora is blissfully? regretfully? problematically? unaware of. In her mind, he's an indulgent lover (true), ultimately a big softie (false), and not nearly so dangerous as everyone seems to believe (false). "I mean..if you're offering.." Flora laughs, tilting her head just enough over her shoulder for the pout of her lips and the apple of one cheek to be carefully carved out by the firelight she was holding.
"Mmmm...maybe. I know someone who's like...really good with plants and stuff, and I'm pretty sure he's been making and giving out these like...drug..lilac plants as gifts." Flora shrugs. She'd been interested in what Mateo had been talking about, but equally, he had been getting on her nerves at the time. "Like, I know there's drugs for all you hardcore ruffians-" Here she again looks over her shoulder, a far bit more suggestively this time. "..but like, maybe there could be other drugs. Designer drugs."
Fun ones, with no side effects obviously.
"Mmmm...maybe. I know someone who's like...really good with plants and stuff, and I'm pretty sure he's been making and giving out these like...drug..lilac plants as gifts." Flora shrugs. She'd been interested in what Mateo had been talking about, but equally, he had been getting on her nerves at the time. "Like, I know there's drugs for all you hardcore ruffians-" Here she again looks over her shoulder, a far bit more suggestively this time. "..but like, maybe there could be other drugs. Designer drugs."
Fun ones, with no side effects obviously.
