Isla
"Hmm...? Oh, no! No, that was... I just... nervous habit," Isla admits, not sounding at all like the practical doctor who can go armpit deep into someone's chest cavity right now. And so, blushing and awkward and absolutely not carefree, they go tromping off into the fields together. Isla leans gently against him, almost as if to reassure him that he's not doing anything wrong, but at the same time she doesn't know exactly how to remedy the strangeness between them.
"I suppose we are both doing a stellar job of that so far," Isla says, pausing suddenly so she can stop them both in the long, fresh grasses of the fields. "Remi, I... Shall we just forget about whatever we both might be expecting from this? I don't know about you, but I think I'm starting to overthink, here. And I just want to have a good time, and look at some stars with my best friend."
"I suppose we are both doing a stellar job of that so far," Isla says, pausing suddenly so she can stop them both in the long, fresh grasses of the fields. "Remi, I... Shall we just forget about whatever we both might be expecting from this? I don't know about you, but I think I'm starting to overthink, here. And I just want to have a good time, and look at some stars with my best friend."
we're gonna separate ourselves tonight
we're always running scared but holding knives
we're always running scared but holding knives
