Isla
It probably is better that she keeps it a secret, and the wicked bob of her eyebrows in response to him says as much. "High enough that I'm wondering whether to roll it all together into one big prank, or just torment you for the rest of the year," she replies instead, just as he releases her and sends her plopping down in the (dry, thankfully) sand a few feet away.
If pigs were happiest when they were rolling in shit, then Isla would hedge a bet that Sunjatas are happiest lolling around in the shallows of the ocean, and despite her feigned annoyance, she can't school away the smile on her face to see it. "All of it?" she challenges, her tone dry as she gazes over his toned and muscled upper half that absolutely is not all fat.
Rolling to her knees, she shuffles towards the lounging demigod with enough wariness to know that he's just as likely to drag her into the waves as remain sprawled on the beach. "Since we're here, do you want to try something out with me?" she asks, and it might have sounded suggestive if she weren't busy trying to drape a string of seaweed across Sunjata's hair and forehead like a slimy flower crown.
If pigs were happiest when they were rolling in shit, then Isla would hedge a bet that Sunjatas are happiest lolling around in the shallows of the ocean, and despite her feigned annoyance, she can't school away the smile on her face to see it. "All of it?" she challenges, her tone dry as she gazes over his toned and muscled upper half that absolutely is not all fat.
Rolling to her knees, she shuffles towards the lounging demigod with enough wariness to know that he's just as likely to drag her into the waves as remain sprawled on the beach. "Since we're here, do you want to try something out with me?" she asks, and it might have sounded suggestive if she weren't busy trying to drape a string of seaweed across Sunjata's hair and forehead like a slimy flower crown.
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
