Isla
"It's a compliment," Isla assures him with a sunny little a smile, though of course her attention is now stolen by the sky above. She leans back on her hands, glancing to the side as Remi plops down beside her, only to reach over and playfully clobber him with one of her heels before she sets it down. "I'll have you know that I am able to dance all night in heels. Perhaps for our next date we should go dancing," she suggests. "Or rather, our next not-date."
Returning her gaze to the stars, a dreamy sort of smile drifts across her expression, before she lets out a peal of delighted laughter. "Oh, is that so?" she asks, glancing back down at him before flopping to lie back as well. "If this were a date, I might have just blushed and swooned, and we'd probably not be paying attention at all to the constellations you're supposed to be teaching me," she remarks.
Returning her gaze to the stars, a dreamy sort of smile drifts across her expression, before she lets out a peal of delighted laughter. "Oh, is that so?" she asks, glancing back down at him before flopping to lie back as well. "If this were a date, I might have just blushed and swooned, and we'd probably not be paying attention at all to the constellations you're supposed to be teaching me," she remarks.
we're gonna separate ourselves tonight
we're always running scared but holding knives
we're always running scared but holding knives
