Isla
"You haven't?" Isla tilts her head back at him, seeming surprised before recalling the fundamental difference between Attuned and Ancient: need. "Perhaps not, then. Though the only other thing I do in that shift is sleep, and that doesn't seem all that interesting either." Allowing the subject to drop despite her curiosity, Isla is already opening windows within the clinic to let it air out, despite only having been gone a few minutes.
"Mm, I'm sure swimming with weights is some sort of endurance exercise," she agrees, nodding and leaving him to go change. Of course, given their similarities, Ever may not be surprised (even if he is mortified) to see that Isla is already mopping up the floor as he returns, and the urge to playfully mop after him as he deposits his clothes outside is barely contained.
"You make a fetching model for the hospital gowns," she assures him with a chuckle, putting away mop and bucket and wiping off her hands. "Hopefully it shouldn't take too long for your clothes to dry off."
Which, of course, is where Isla accidentally curses them. There isn't much to do in the clinic besides work, and in the time it takes to ask if Ever minds if she works on her files at the reception, peals of raucous laughter erupt from outside. And if the aviator goes to look, it will be to see a few youths gleefully taking off down the street with his wet clothes - never to be seen again, naturally.
"Mm, I'm sure swimming with weights is some sort of endurance exercise," she agrees, nodding and leaving him to go change. Of course, given their similarities, Ever may not be surprised (even if he is mortified) to see that Isla is already mopping up the floor as he returns, and the urge to playfully mop after him as he deposits his clothes outside is barely contained.
"You make a fetching model for the hospital gowns," she assures him with a chuckle, putting away mop and bucket and wiping off her hands. "Hopefully it shouldn't take too long for your clothes to dry off."
Which, of course, is where Isla accidentally curses them. There isn't much to do in the clinic besides work, and in the time it takes to ask if Ever minds if she works on her files at the reception, peals of raucous laughter erupt from outside. And if the aviator goes to look, it will be to see a few youths gleefully taking off down the street with his wet clothes - never to be seen again, naturally.
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
