brotherly love

flora

"Honestly, no idea. I hate the cold." Flora agrees, plopping herself down into a chair and adjusting her hair away from her face. "Maybe they could but...why not just remove the shrine. No one even really knows who built it, so..." So long as it gets done so Flora can continue working on her tan, she doesn't care much who is responsible or how it's accomplished.

Wincing a touch as her brother slurps, Flora by contrast delicately raises her glass to her lips and takes an inappropriately delicate sip (mostly because sangria is actually a bit disgusting). 'So like...the bathroom? There's a window in there and plenty of moisture from the shower? Or...I dunno, the kitchen?"

never be so kind
you forget to be clever

Code taken from Sky who is utter perfection