flora
Flora's laugh is not loud; building in her throat, it bubbles across her tongue and past her lips to drop onto Enzo's shoulder. "Perfect. Love having our own bookclub." Now if only she thought Jack was the sort to write salacious letters, they'd be all set.
'Mmmmm.' Flora hums in agreement, though it's unclear whether or not it's intended to follow the barbs shot at Jack or the metaphorical cleanliness of her twin's hands. "I know. Part of me thinks it could be a good time...Sunjata seems..interesting. All the moreso because Dad seems to hate him, but then, it wouldn't be very like us to intentionally be away from the action." Raising her head from Enzo's shoulder, Flora pouts prettily for the viewing pleasure of a server who seemed to be trying to get up the nerve to come and speak with Enzo.
"Do you know where our workaholic mother plans to spend the war?"
'Mmmmm.' Flora hums in agreement, though it's unclear whether or not it's intended to follow the barbs shot at Jack or the metaphorical cleanliness of her twin's hands. "I know. Part of me thinks it could be a good time...Sunjata seems..interesting. All the moreso because Dad seems to hate him, but then, it wouldn't be very like us to intentionally be away from the action." Raising her head from Enzo's shoulder, Flora pouts prettily for the viewing pleasure of a server who seemed to be trying to get up the nerve to come and speak with Enzo.
"Do you know where our workaholic mother plans to spend the war?"
what doesn't kill me makes
me want you more
me want you more
