ISLA
"But it wouldn't be divorce," Isla says in a sing-song voice, as if to say she's still counting it as a win since that had been Remi's original fear. "And I'm glad to see you're finally taking my sharp intellect seriously. I hope I never have to wield it against you." Winking and continuing to hold the board in place, the Remedy glances up as Remi's tentacles go a-searching again. Occasionally her eyes flick back to his face, head tilting expectantly for any useful - or not - items, and she lets out a soft aha! as the hammer, nails and oil finally appear.
"I'm sure you would watch," she drawls, smirking and accepting the tools and supplies, reaching out to start tacking the nails in place. "Perhaps another time, though. I'm quite keen not to have to dunk my hands in the fountain on the way home." Grinning with a nail between her teeth, Isla sidles along the board, carefully bending it into place and fixing it there with the nails, until it sits flush against the hull with the rest of its brothers and sisters.
Passing hammer and nails back to one of Remi's hopefully waiting tentacles, Isla turns her attention to oiling the fresh wood. "You holding up okay?" she asks - quite literally, given the Bastion's current role.
"I'm sure you would watch," she drawls, smirking and accepting the tools and supplies, reaching out to start tacking the nails in place. "Perhaps another time, though. I'm quite keen not to have to dunk my hands in the fountain on the way home." Grinning with a nail between her teeth, Isla sidles along the board, carefully bending it into place and fixing it there with the nails, until it sits flush against the hull with the rest of its brothers and sisters.
Passing hammer and nails back to one of Remi's hopefully waiting tentacles, Isla turns her attention to oiling the fresh wood. "You holding up okay?" she asks - quite literally, given the Bastion's current role.
apres moi le deluge
after me comes the flood
after me comes the flood
