this is why we can't have nice things, honey
Flora forces a hum from the back of her throat as a smile plasters itself on her lips. "Suprise indeed." She agrees, crinkling her nose and making absolutely no attempt to give Ronin a hug. 'Well it isn't every day that a demigod descends from on high for a chat." And, it really wasn't. She'd not seen her own father since The Talk, and though she'd heard that Ronin had been out and about moreso than his hermit counterpart, the pair hadn't really exchanged words. Not that Flora had made herself particularly available, but whatever.
"Oh my gods, so good." Her words are sugary sweet, with a caramel-centre of why the fuck would I tell you anything. "You're so sweet for asking." She adds with a smile.
"Oh my gods, so good." Her words are sugary sweet, with a caramel-centre of why the fuck would I tell you anything. "You're so sweet for asking." She adds with a smile.
