Isla
Having been expecting a lot of things from a sudden meeting with Hotaru (but simultaneously expecting nothing, given that she never thought they'd run directly into one another), Isla is nonetheless pleasantly dumbfounded by the premise of pickup lines and tea. "When you put it like that, it does seem a shame to waste that effort," she agrees with a wry smile. Casual physical contact is another surprise, but she's grateful for the removal of the web nonetheless, nodding her thanks to the other woman.
Eyebrows raising at the very apt line, Isla's smile grows rather without her permission, flashing the tips of fangs. "Smooth," she tells Hotaru. "Very smooth. How could I possibly say no?" Given that the employees are already setting a table up for them, the Remedy checks for any further stray webbing before stepping inside, allowing them to seat her next to the window.
"How have things been with you?" she asks, feeling a strange mix between knowing Hotaru and still seeing her as a stranger.
Eyebrows raising at the very apt line, Isla's smile grows rather without her permission, flashing the tips of fangs. "Smooth," she tells Hotaru. "Very smooth. How could I possibly say no?" Given that the employees are already setting a table up for them, the Remedy checks for any further stray webbing before stepping inside, allowing them to seat her next to the window.
"How have things been with you?" she asks, feeling a strange mix between knowing Hotaru and still seeing her as a stranger.
I'll take a bruise, I know you're worth it
When you hit me, hit me hard
When you hit me, hit me hard
