Isla
"It's what they say now," Isla decides, though she's naturally distracted by now in looking over his metal hand, trying to find the lines he describes and how the mechanisms might work. The glint to her pebble blues are a good hint that she's engaged her upgrade so she can see as much as possible, and were they in the clinic, Varus could have looked forward to a lengthy tinkering (hurr).
His fingers finally close around her own and she reaches up to press a soft kiss against the metal, before stepping into his arms for a proper hug as if craving his closeness suddenly. "A danger frisbee?" is Isla's eloquent description of the tech he describes, a crooked smile tugging at her lips as she gazes across at him. "You're becoming quite the assassin."
His fingers finally close around her own and she reaches up to press a soft kiss against the metal, before stepping into his arms for a proper hug as if craving his closeness suddenly. "A danger frisbee?" is Isla's eloquent description of the tech he describes, a crooked smile tugging at her lips as she gazes across at him. "You're becoming quite the assassin."
we're gonna separate ourselves tonight
we're always running scared but holding knives
we're always running scared but holding knives
