Who: Flora and Ra What: He wanted to talk to her. Where: Flora's apartment When: Early evening Rating: TBA
Flora's tiny loft apartment suited her perfectly. Small and bright, with large eastern windows that in the morning bathed the whole loft in sunlight. Usually, nothing could bother her here. She had the things which made her happy - a ballet bar, happy leafy plants, woven wall hangings of brightly colored butterflies. Today, none of it was helping. She was happy she'd cleaned earlier in the week, and hadn't been home long enough to dirty anything much. Because the way she was still shaking a little, even the next day, and the way she was feeling... well, she wouldn't have done much good trying to tidy up.
As it was, she felt at least marginally better after her talk with the young drug gods. They were good spirits, and willing to take on so much. And Marijuana had given her a job. A way to be useful. If he hadn't, she'd probably still be staring at her computer, trying to think of some way, any way, to make things better. She hadn't done so great with ideas, on that front. Now she had a purpose, a list of things she needed at the grocery store. A place to start, at least.
When she knew Khay was on his way over she did manage to set it aside for long enough to take a shower. To try to make her eyes less red and puffy. She'd been crying most of the night, and hadn't slept at all. After what she'd felt in the park, she didn't know if she'd be able to sleep tonight, either. The destruction of belief. It just felt too familiar.