Isla
"What a shame that would be," Isla trills playfully over her shoulder - whatever red lines Mateo might have annotated over Ever's working out, clearly the subject of said research doesn't mind at all. Both frustrated by the distance as much as finding it equally as necessary, the Remedy focuses on swimming out into the middle of the hot springs until the aviator's voice reaches her again. "Oh?" Smiling over her shoulder, Isla turns to wade in that direction until, beneath them, the world yawns black and silent.
"Ah, I think I see one," she says in a hushed whisper, as if worried she'll frighten it away. Gesturing below and beckoning Ever closer, of course as soon as he is in range, Isla will splash water at him, only to try and hurry away through the springs to escape any consequences.
"Ah, I think I see one," she says in a hushed whisper, as if worried she'll frighten it away. Gesturing below and beckoning Ever closer, of course as soon as he is in range, Isla will splash water at him, only to try and hurry away through the springs to escape any consequences.
we're gonna separate ourselves tonight
we're always running scared but holding knives
we're always running scared but holding knives
