Isla
"Remi, that is adorable." Isla smiles sunnily up at him, taking a moment to remove the rest of the pins from her hair (she keeps these, so she doesn't have to hunt them down again for their next(?) outing). "Well, if I put up my hair again, I'll invite you over so you can see how simple it is, really. Then you might not feel so bad messing it up." With a surgeon's hands, perhaps Isla just makes it look simple. All the more reason to get his opinion.
Offering an apologetic smile that's almost a wince, she gives his side a gentle nudge before melting against him, determined not to mention the tent in his pants again unless he directly puts her hand on it. "Sorry," she murmurs, shifting to get more comfortable and letting the sound of his voice carry her into newer territory. "Mm...? There was a time when you didn't want to be with someone?" she asks, obviously puzzled.
Offering an apologetic smile that's almost a wince, she gives his side a gentle nudge before melting against him, determined not to mention the tent in his pants again unless he directly puts her hand on it. "Sorry," she murmurs, shifting to get more comfortable and letting the sound of his voice carry her into newer territory. "Mm...? There was a time when you didn't want to be with someone?" she asks, obviously puzzled.
we're gonna separate ourselves tonight
we're always running scared but holding knives
we're always running scared but holding knives
