Isla
"My good sir, I am not in the habit of waiting for anyone these days," Isla sasses right back, though the twinkle in her pebble blues gives her away. (Especially seeing as she's waiting on Everest Hart to return from his sexcapades even as they speak). "But that being said, I would never turn away someone in need of medical assistance." Here's just hoping that Asta's visits to Torchline - and Isla's to the Grounds - coincide more with tea and shopping than accidents and emergencies.
Not expecting Asta's sudden frankness, the Remedy is nonetheless touched by it, and she tilts her head and glances for a moment over the butcher's shoulder towards the Maverick before her gaze returns to him, and she nods. "I see," she purrs. "A shame for the rest of us, that. But I won't complain, as long as you always ask me for a dance." Speaking of which, the music is tragically starting to draw to a close for this song, and Isla starts to slow her steps.
Not expecting Asta's sudden frankness, the Remedy is nonetheless touched by it, and she tilts her head and glances for a moment over the butcher's shoulder towards the Maverick before her gaze returns to him, and she nods. "I see," she purrs. "A shame for the rest of us, that. But I won't complain, as long as you always ask me for a dance." Speaking of which, the music is tragically starting to draw to a close for this song, and Isla starts to slow her steps.
we're gonna separate ourselves tonight
we're always running scared but holding knives
we're always running scared but holding knives
