flora
Flora laughs, the sound bouncing bright across the water as she lifts a hand to brush a damp curl from her cheek. "You’re not wrong. I just assumed I’d be able to throw whoever decided to be the first one to do it in jail." Her eyes widen with exaggerated disbelief as the obvious flaw in that plan rears its tiny, criminally inventive head. "Although Ronin made a good point when I suggested throwing the twins in jail, by pointing out they’d probably spend the whole time figuring out how to break out anyway."
Watching Melita drift toward the edge, Flora can only imagine the particular brand of chaos that will unfurl once the Honeybee and the twins are in the same place long enough to compare notes. Pulling her hands from the water, she wrinkles her nose at the faintly pruned tips of her fingers. "Yeah, I’m starting to fully turn into a raisin," she says, peeling herself out of the hotsprings and reaching for a towel. As she wraps it around herself, her gaze catches on a nearby stall selling hot chocolate, and Flora lifts her chin toward it with a pleased little nod. "Let’s grab some before we head back."
~FIN
Watching Melita drift toward the edge, Flora can only imagine the particular brand of chaos that will unfurl once the Honeybee and the twins are in the same place long enough to compare notes. Pulling her hands from the water, she wrinkles her nose at the faintly pruned tips of her fingers. "Yeah, I’m starting to fully turn into a raisin," she says, peeling herself out of the hotsprings and reaching for a towel. As she wraps it around herself, her gaze catches on a nearby stall selling hot chocolate, and Flora lifts her chin toward it with a pleased little nod. "Let’s grab some before we head back."
~FIN
The rumors are terrible and cruel
But honey, most of them are true
But honey, most of them are true
