Isla
"Oh...? It did?" Isla sounds surprised at that, shifting to sit abit more comfortably on the blanket and reaching out to brush her fingers (the ones without claws) across the back of his hand, offering a soft smile. "And what did you find out about yourself?" she asks, tilting her head. "...And what does this mean in general? I... well, you are a married man." She says it as if she has to remind him, for both of their sakes.
Still, she scoffs at his remark about surgery, following suit and slotting her paper into the frame. It makes sense, all that Remi says about anchoring stars, and as he moves to mark out his own, Isla works in the opposite direction. Her claws pop through the paper at the NW and the SE, and she peeks beyond the frame to make sure things are lined up properly. "And so from here we just... map them?" she asks.
Still, she scoffs at his remark about surgery, following suit and slotting her paper into the frame. It makes sense, all that Remi says about anchoring stars, and as he moves to mark out his own, Isla works in the opposite direction. Her claws pop through the paper at the NW and the SE, and she peeks beyond the frame to make sure things are lined up properly. "And so from here we just... map them?" she asks.
we're gonna separate ourselves tonight
we're always running scared but holding knives
we're always running scared but holding knives
