walk me home in the dead of night
Glancing up, though Flora isn't surprised at all to see that Jack has helped himself to a drink, she still shoots him an obligatory frown. "Uhm, rude." She huffs, pulling the papers toward herself and subsequently smearing some of the ink. Smart enough not to bother with a look what you made me do! lest Jack point out the obvious (that he hadn't done shit), the Doubletake just bites the inside of her cheek before rolling her shoulders in an attempt to dismiss some of the tension.
"Just seems like a good thing to be able to do, you know? Forgeries and whatnot." Flora half lies; being able to forge letters would be a good skill, after all. The answer was more or less clear in the girl's mind though. Certainly, it was ready for the picking, if not completely ripe. She was going to send a letter to Remi from himself, and this writing sample was important to put the origin of the letter at a certain time in the Lullaby's life.
Woooooooooshing clumsily from the rafters and landing on the parchment, Sugar spread her tiny wings and raaaaaaaaaaaaawred squeakily at Jack, before spewing a well-meant blast of frost at his drink.
"Just seems like a good thing to be able to do, you know? Forgeries and whatnot." Flora half lies; being able to forge letters would be a good skill, after all. The answer was more or less clear in the girl's mind though. Certainly, it was ready for the picking, if not completely ripe. She was going to send a letter to Remi from himself, and this writing sample was important to put the origin of the letter at a certain time in the Lullaby's life.
Woooooooooshing clumsily from the rafters and landing on the parchment, Sugar spread her tiny wings and raaaaaaaaaaaaawred squeakily at Jack, before spewing a well-meant blast of frost at his drink.
