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flora

"If it does, I've been on a great many more dates than I ever thought." The Doubletake trills back, drawing her knees up but crossing her legs at the ankles. It's such a careless movement and yet precisely covers everything, that one wouldn't be mistaken in thinking that a good of practice had gone into perfecting such a movement.

"Not too polite, I hope." Not Hadama-polite. Not Everest-polite. "You know, they say the signs of being scared are quite a lot like being turned on. Pupils dilating, breathing faster, heart rate rising...sweating, shaky hands and legs..." Pressing her lips together, Flora gives a little shrug. 'But no, I don't think I'll be scared of you." She decides, vocalizing it just so that this polite monster wouldn't mistake any particular signs for fear.

"Precisely." Flora agrees, before twisting to grab a bottle of water hidden under a rock where it might stay reasonably cool. "Like I said, you wouldn't believe the sorts of things I hear. And from who." Gods, the marriages she could break apart if she ever felt the need. Removing the top, the Doubletake tilts her head back that she might drink from the bottle as if she were the goddess of wine, and this her most prize vintage.

"Want some?" Flora only just indicates that it's the bottle she's talking about.

The rumors are terrible and cruel
But honey, most of them are true

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!