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Likewise, Flora hates the ease with which Mateo is able to pull off the paisley abomination around his neck. Worst still, he makes it look good. Expensive even. He's her only living sibling, a title that makes her cherish him as much as hate him, and gods but she doesn't know if she wants to throw her arms around him or accidentally hip-check him off of the dock.
'Oh,' Flora explains, removing her sunglasses and almost squinting at her brother even though he was standing right before her. "I didn't even see you!" She lies brightly, her smile full but empty. "Gods look how pale you are." Flora continues, adopting an expression of sisterly concern as she scans his complexion. "But I guess that's no surprise given how pale Stormbreak is. I bet this trip will do wonders for your skin."
'Oh,' Flora explains, removing her sunglasses and almost squinting at her brother even though he was standing right before her. "I didn't even see you!" She lies brightly, her smile full but empty. "Gods look how pale you are." Flora continues, adopting an expression of sisterly concern as she scans his complexion. "But I guess that's no surprise given how pale Stormbreak is. I bet this trip will do wonders for your skin."
what doesn't kill me makes
me want you more
me want you more
