my free time and your hands

ISLA evil is a point of view "I miss food," Isla echoes with a smile, and whilst Edrei kicks and spits at the ice, she watches one of the stalls serving ningo kebobs, barely able to smell it but thoroughly enjoying it none the less. The not-teen's persistent... Edy-ness finally pricks through her inertia, Isla snorting out a laugh and turning back to the Launceleyn to look her up and down with a playfully clinical eye, lingering on the bulge in her pants. "That's new," she remarks. "Shame you can't use it. And if you figure out how to, I might just let you destroy me." Strolling alongside Edrei's bouncy energy, it's as though Isla is thawing out, coming around slowly from death. "A landshark? That's fucked up too," she remarks, grinning. "How was that for you?" As for who? "Remi," she says easily, cutting through the filth for frankness and warmth. "I want to go and see Remi. And I want to open my clinic again. There's still so much we don't know. If you want a check-up, do drop by."