a million dreams

flora

Humming a note of utter delight in response to her brother's compliment, Flora rubs her lips together and gazes intently at something in the distance at the mention of Paige's name. "Oh?" She murmurs, trying to sound uninterested. "What sort of proposition...?"

Twisting back only once she was sure that the flush Paige's name had inspired on her cheeks was sufficiently diffused, Flora regards Mateo with a raised brow. "In your boat?" She repeats, skeptically. "Is that like...some weird way of saying you haven't cleaned it and it's growing fungus or something?" Or..were there sky barnacles or something gross like that, attached to the hull? Eww David Mateo. 'Not too bad. I mean, Dad's is obviously really good and since I intentionally made it not like his it was lacking a little, but.." She shrugs, clearly of the opinion that whatever her gin might have lacked in taste, it more than made up for in willful disobedience.

'Yeah, sure.' There isn't any gin left, but just now Flora finds that saying so might be too much of a risk, if only because she suddenly very much wants Mateo to come over. "That would be nice."

what doesn't kill me makes
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