Flora
'Uhm, no I don't." Flora argues, before smiling sunnily up at Phoebe as she offers out the bandage. "He basically accused me of being young and a kid, but then basically acted like one himself so I'm not sure why he gets to just ride around on his high horse." She adds, huffing and glaring down at the rubies in her fingers as if it was their fault she hadn't won the election.
"He absolutely does." Raising her chin and pursing out her lower lip, Flora lets her nostrils flare indignantly. 'And he deserves to trip and hit his shin on something." She adds petulantly before holding up a long and intricate braid of rubies for her aunt's approval. "How's this?"
"He absolutely does." Raising her chin and pursing out her lower lip, Flora lets her nostrils flare indignantly. 'And he deserves to trip and hit his shin on something." She adds petulantly before holding up a long and intricate braid of rubies for her aunt's approval. "How's this?"
