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Snorting under her breath, Flora rolls her eyes affectionately if only because when it came to Mateo, happenstance and brilliance applied in equal measure to the botanist. "Well, at least coconut tastes good. You should have seen the mud mixtures he'd make when we were kids." Actually, Koa probably had come to think of it.
With an arm still raised to keep her top from sliding down, Flora watches Koa slink around her, finding something utterly satisfying in the way he just caressed the boundary of her personal bubble. Raising an eyebrow, Flora looks from the singular peach toward the dragoon's crotch, and then back again with a smirk. "I'm not sure how much being anatomically correct matters, but..." She grins, before tossing her head back with a theatrical huff.
"I mean, that's what I was going to do. Hence the-" With the hand not holding the ties of her top, Flora gestures to her state of half-undress.
With an arm still raised to keep her top from sliding down, Flora watches Koa slink around her, finding something utterly satisfying in the way he just caressed the boundary of her personal bubble. Raising an eyebrow, Flora looks from the singular peach toward the dragoon's crotch, and then back again with a smirk. "I'm not sure how much being anatomically correct matters, but..." She grins, before tossing her head back with a theatrical huff.
"I mean, that's what I was going to do. Hence the-" With the hand not holding the ties of her top, Flora gestures to her state of half-undress.
Just walk away, don't make me say
The only words I owe you: I told you so, I told you so
The only words I owe you: I told you so, I told you so
