ISLA
"Is a kraken not an octopus?" Isla wonders, tilting her head. "Also, thank you so much for the mental image." Handing over sperm, indeed. "Do you think a female kraken would be bigger than you? Most females of a species are." Licking the butter from her fingers, naturally this is exactly when Remi decides to make mention of them sharing a meal together and her manners, and it's with an unladylike snort that she responds - naturally - by throwing the empty lobster claw at him.
"If you ever find a way to eat lobster in the shell like a blueblood, you let me know," she sasses, only to scrunch her nose as he opts to remove said shell with his tongue. "No wonder you're gay," Isla remarks under her breath (with an entirely shit-eating grin, she might add, given that she's actually been on the receiving end of that tongue in the past).
"And just for that, the next time we go out to eat, I'll take us to some fancy restaurant. We'll have to wear shoes and everything."
"If you ever find a way to eat lobster in the shell like a blueblood, you let me know," she sasses, only to scrunch her nose as he opts to remove said shell with his tongue. "No wonder you're gay," Isla remarks under her breath (with an entirely shit-eating grin, she might add, given that she's actually been on the receiving end of that tongue in the past).
"And just for that, the next time we go out to eat, I'll take us to some fancy restaurant. We'll have to wear shoes and everything."
she's a runner
rebel, and a stunner
rebel, and a stunner
