Isla
"Me neither, honestly. It doesn't matter which one of us was swooning or charming, it still doesn't seem to make sense," Isla says with a chuckle, but her helpless shrug suggests that, even if it didn't seem likely, it didn't stop the fact that it was happening. Remi sits himself up and Isla reluctantly follows suit, though luckily she and the alchemist are much more than mere physical attraction, and her curiosity is freshly kindled to see him take out the paper.
Still, interested as she might be, there's still a fresh silvery flush to her cheeks when he takes her hand, Isla smiling mischievously and flexing her fingers to engage the thin scalpel blades that reside within. They slip out from the pads of her fingers like a cat's claws, catching in the light as she turns her hand to show him. "Will these do?" she wonders with a coy raise of her eyebrows. "I haven't yet had the chance to test them out in surgery. But they 're proving useful nonetheless."
Still, interested as she might be, there's still a fresh silvery flush to her cheeks when he takes her hand, Isla smiling mischievously and flexing her fingers to engage the thin scalpel blades that reside within. They slip out from the pads of her fingers like a cat's claws, catching in the light as she turns her hand to show him. "Will these do?" she wonders with a coy raise of her eyebrows. "I haven't yet had the chance to test them out in surgery. But they 're proving useful nonetheless."
we're gonna separate ourselves tonight
we're always running scared but holding knives
we're always running scared but holding knives
