Happy Valentine's Day! Hope you all had a lovely time, whether you spent it with that special someone or sitting on the internet and talking to your dog (I did the latter... #foreveralone :L) :3 xox
Also how could you not know pancake day?! Shrove Tuesday (or Fat Tuesday, as some of you call edit) is like the best day this half of the year :D
And happy late Chinese New Year too! I'm a tiger, rawr :)
Back with another short (sorry, it's not very romantic either, I didn't schedule Valentine's day into this yet.. Maybe you'll get one at Easter or something haha)
Glad you all care about Flora, and that you enjoyed the Clive and Luke moments :)

LOL in the old romantic sense, nellen xx

"Flora? I'm home," Clive yelled, closing the front door behind him with a quiet click.
"Oh, hi, Clive," she smiled brightly, running down the stairs to greet him. "Have fun at the Professor's?"
"Uh... Yeah..." He frowned. There was something not quite right about Flora this morning, from her sort of jumpy nature to her smile that was just too bright. "You and Mark?"
"Oh, yes, it-it was fun," she drifted off, staring into space and twiddling with a lock of auburn hair. Her hair was down today, covering her neck and the side of her head in a wave of reddy-brown silk. It looked very very pretty, Clive noted with a blush, very pretty indeed.
Asides from being very pretty, this was also another thing Clive added to his 'things that are different' list. A list that was slowly building up by the time they'd chatted over some coffee and toast.
"Oh, yeah, we just cuddled up and watched a film. He said he'd been missing seeing me so much and just wanted to talk." Flora was still smiling a little to brightly for Clive's liking as she drawled on about her night. She was constantly playing with her hair too, and seemed very twitchy and nervous.

Completely different to the Flora he'd left at home only a night earlier, and the Flora he'd walked in the park with, and the Flora he'd fallen in love with.

He still loved her, oh God he still loved her, but there was just something that bothered him today.
"Flora, what film did you watch?" He asked inquisitively, testing to see how well she'd practiced her story.
He knew she was lying, he'd sussed that out already. He just wanted to know why, or what she was lying about.
"Oh, um, we watched, ooh you know what I can't quite remember," she pouted, eyes scanning the DVD shelf for an idea. "Ah yes, that's it, we watched Jaws."
"But you hate Jaws," Clive pointed out, already beginning to poke holes through her story.
"Yes, but Mark likes it, and when you love someone, sometimes you have to do things you don't like," she replied shortly, something new in her voice that Clive couldn't quite pick up on.
"You keep playing with your hair."
"Of course I am, it's lovely hair."
The boy chuckled, "it might well be, but I don't think that's why. I think it's because you're fibbing."
"I'm not!" Flora exclaimed, her wide eyes almost giving her away again, "it's, it's just a comfort thing, that's all."
"Why would you need comforting?"

"Living with you, I need all the comforting I can get," she muttered, jumping up, turning on her heels, and marching off to another room.