Isla
Isla notices the seal-turning-man out of the corner of her eye, but she doesn't pay him too much mind until he speaks and she recognises the voice. Straightening up and turning to smile cheerfully across at Locke, the medic gives her parasol a little twirl before removing it from over her head, letting the golden sun beam down upon her pale skin.
"I'm a special case, what can I say?" she trills. "But it's always good to be careful." So saying, she returns to the safety of her parasol, stepping out of the shallows towards Locke.
"Something pretty, hm? Like... seal skin?" she asks, raising an eyebrow, before that melts back into a warmer smile. "It's good to see you, Locke. How is Longheat treating you so far?"
"I'm a special case, what can I say?" she trills. "But it's always good to be careful." So saying, she returns to the safety of her parasol, stepping out of the shallows towards Locke.
"Something pretty, hm? Like... seal skin?" she asks, raising an eyebrow, before that melts back into a warmer smile. "It's good to see you, Locke. How is Longheat treating you so far?"
I'll take a bruise, I know you're worth it
When you hit me, hit me hard
When you hit me, hit me hard
