Iskra
Iskra meets the sharpness of her smile with a slanted frown of his own, nodding without much motion in agreement as he took in the party. The appearance of Vox only serves to deepen the worry knotting in Iskra's gut, especially when both his and Melita's names are thrown out. "Long enough," he mutters, which seems to imply that it's already too long based on the growing number of Family. Ultimately he'd stay as long as she did though.
"You got any ideas?" he asks with a bit of a sly smile creeping in on the dourness, wondering what the mischief-maker might be inclined to do. She's not dumb, but she is daring. "I can help," he offers, because as a distraction for her to spike the punch or lob a stinkbomb by the food table, he absolutely could. Maybe go start another fight with Vesper just to draw a crowd.
"You got any ideas?" he asks with a bit of a sly smile creeping in on the dourness, wondering what the mischief-maker might be inclined to do. She's not dumb, but she is daring. "I can help," he offers, because as a distraction for her to spike the punch or lob a stinkbomb by the food table, he absolutely could. Maybe go start another fight with Vesper just to draw a crowd.
You and me belong together, like cold iced tea and warmer weather
Where we lay out late underneath the pines, and we still have fun when the sun won't shine
You and me belong together all the time
Where we lay out late underneath the pines, and we still have fun when the sun won't shine
You and me belong together all the time
