never be so kind you forget to be clever
Inhaling, Flora finds she likes the smell of Jack's cigarette smoke more than she liked the taste of it. Or perhaps that was just the water gin talking. Or perhaps freedom and being able to choose your own destiny just had a sweeter smell than she'd ever realized. 'Huh.' Flora comments, seemingly unimpressed at the sudden rainbow belch of colours around them. "No?" She wonders, leadingly as she arches an eyebrow.
But apparently this was more or less where the conversation was meant to end, and though she does her best to hide it, there is a sudden yawning chill in the pit of her stomach at the realization she's about to be left alone. "And where can I do that?" Flora wonders suddenly. "Find you after, I mean." to
But apparently this was more or less where the conversation was meant to end, and though she does her best to hide it, there is a sudden yawning chill in the pit of her stomach at the realization she's about to be left alone. "And where can I do that?" Flora wonders suddenly. "Find you after, I mean." to
