ISKRA
He's not prepared for her to entertain the offer, but his expression turns sly as he glances across at her, sipping from his bottle in tempo with her. "Something dumb, but meaningful, so we smile every time we see it." Which would be better than the numerous ones he had that were just dumb and dumb, fogged over with the forgetfulness of liquor. The name 'Bradley' scrawled across one shoulder in particular puzzles him. "We could get... Ludo flipping the bird, or Goose steering the Firecracker," he laughs faintly.
An edge softens at her admittance, and the laughter fades a bit. "Yeah, me too," unlike when Sah had done it to her, they had not head the world's demi-gods surrounding them. He likely would have remained with Mort, but Sah did learn a few things about reading strength matches from her, it'd seem. The chuckles are drawn back by her final word on the matter though, the sound puffing of the tip of the bottle raised to his lips, the sound chiming over the glass.
He can't find any trace of real familiarity of affection in her tone. So not friends, it seems. Just two demi-gods living on the same beach. The best he could hope for, he supposes, other than outright hatred. "Mm, easier said than done," he sighs bitterly. "He's a tricky fucker. Just poof vanishes out from under you when you finally get a hold of him, and has as many arms as an octopus with those, shadows." Next time, if there will be one, Iskra will have to find something he can better use at a distance. The axe will help, but as she once pointed out to him, he'd need a way to recall it easily. As for the non physical aspects, Iskra's not so sure that's his strong suit.
An edge softens at her admittance, and the laughter fades a bit. "Yeah, me too," unlike when Sah had done it to her, they had not head the world's demi-gods surrounding them. He likely would have remained with Mort, but Sah did learn a few things about reading strength matches from her, it'd seem. The chuckles are drawn back by her final word on the matter though, the sound puffing of the tip of the bottle raised to his lips, the sound chiming over the glass.
He can't find any trace of real familiarity of affection in her tone. So not friends, it seems. Just two demi-gods living on the same beach. The best he could hope for, he supposes, other than outright hatred. "Mm, easier said than done," he sighs bitterly. "He's a tricky fucker. Just poof vanishes out from under you when you finally get a hold of him, and has as many arms as an octopus with those, shadows." Next time, if there will be one, Iskra will have to find something he can better use at a distance. The axe will help, but as she once pointed out to him, he'd need a way to recall it easily. As for the non physical aspects, Iskra's not so sure that's his strong suit.
I'm losin' my grip, caught up in the current
I can't swim, I'm startin' to slip
I'm runnin' out of breath, I'm scared to death
I gotta keep my head up, Up above the water
I can't swim, I'm startin' to slip
I'm runnin' out of breath, I'm scared to death
I gotta keep my head up, Up above the water
