flora
Flora's expressions flitter about her face as her lips form into half-smiles and then a frown, her cheeks plump then hollow, and her eyebrows wave with various thoughts. Eventually, she pulls in a breath hard enough to have her nostrils flattening against her nose as she rolls the shoulder holding the basket as if to draw strength from it.
"I mean.." She mumbles, glancing up and finding herself held in a blue stare that was blissfully nothing at all like Enzo's. "...it's still a place where abandoned can't go, so..." Flora's head moves from side to side. "..fuck that, you know?" Perhaps because Enzo was dead the girl was heavily invested in boycotting anywhere that would have turned him away.
"Besides, I don't really like heights." She added as if that was a relevant point here. It wasn't of course, but it was something to say, and Flora found herself still mentally scrambling to catch up to the emotional pace Mateo was setting.
"I mean.." She mumbles, glancing up and finding herself held in a blue stare that was blissfully nothing at all like Enzo's. "...it's still a place where abandoned can't go, so..." Flora's head moves from side to side. "..fuck that, you know?" Perhaps because Enzo was dead the girl was heavily invested in boycotting anywhere that would have turned him away.
"Besides, I don't really like heights." She added as if that was a relevant point here. It wasn't of course, but it was something to say, and Flora found herself still mentally scrambling to catch up to the emotional pace Mateo was setting.
what doesn't kill me makes
me want you more
me want you more
