florian !
florian is startled by another pound on his door, LOUDER, brash, demanding of his attention. and a long and exasperated sigh leaves his lips. the first thought flashing through his mind is “did no one teach this girl some manners?”. but he knows better than to yell it out loud so he restores to bring his joint back to his lips, taking a long drag as he waits for the storm to pass. yet it doesn’t. he can hear her on the other side of the door. jostling around, huffing, exasperated. he can sense it. as if they were connected.
he hears her complain one more time and he smiles, genuinely smiles. it’s all too amusing and almost adorable that he is finally getting up from the small couch were he was too busy sulking, leaving the joint behind in the little coffee table. his father would surely kill him if he gave weed to his little girl. he moves quietly, he doesn’t want to alert her, he doesn’t want her to know that he is right there, and then, in a quick movement he opens the door fully. “yes, i am fully aware,” he replies, looking down at her. the most somber look in his face. he figures dealing with her might be the best way to get rid of her, as soon as possible. “what do you want?”
gwen mirrored flo, letting out a dramatic sigh that gradually became a groan. maybe she was being stupid, showing up at the worst time and expecting to be received nonetheless. it also told her -- almost demanded -- to be reasonable, to quit wasting her time and simply sneak up on flo once he let his whole recluse schtick slip. he had to come out, didn’t he?
she pressed an ear against the door, just as she had seen the characters do in movies, naïvely counting on the trick to aid her hearing. another sigh escaped her at the failure of said move. ‘fine’, gwen whispered to herself, ‘it’s whatever’. she was about to turn around and walk away, still bitter at granting him this victory ( as small as it was ), when flo appeared before her like an act of dark magic. the sudden motion caused her to take a step back and let out a somewhat suffocated gasp only gwen herself took notice of. ‘rookie move,’ she thought to herself.
“wow, how kind to grace us with your presence, your majesty,” she retorted, cheeks now faintly red in subtle embarrassment. it had almost -- ALMOST -- escaped her what it was that she’d come looking for.
“you didn’t answer my question ---- what are you doing in there?” she persisted, mostly out of that mixture of spite and delighted annoyance resulting in her amusement. “didn’t avoiding me and beau already get boring?” and was it just her or did his room smell funnily herbal?
