ISLA
"I'd like to say the same, but you literally caught me with my pants down," Isla retorts, though her smile does soften. She doesn't know why it's relieving to know that there's more to Varus than just charm and flirting, but it is; granted, before she can settle in to liking him for more than his compliments, he's fucking laughing at her, and her smile is half outraged as she's jostled about.
Aaaand then he goes and scores twenty, and Isla's huffing is absolutely playful. She's not competitive. Nope.
"Are you using your special arm? Because that's cheating," she informs him, stepping back up to the line after he's marked his points. Taking a breath she doesn't need to show she means business, Isla takes aim again. Her shell plops right into the outer ring, not far from her first, and she hisses out a curse and grins to him. "Go on, make your fun."
Aaaand then he goes and scores twenty, and Isla's huffing is absolutely playful. She's not competitive. Nope.
"Are you using your special arm? Because that's cheating," she informs him, stepping back up to the line after he's marked his points. Taking a breath she doesn't need to show she means business, Isla takes aim again. Her shell plops right into the outer ring, not far from her first, and she hisses out a curse and grins to him. "Go on, make your fun."
she's a runner
rebel, and a stunner
rebel, and a stunner
