call and i'll rush out

are you really going to talk about timing in times like these?

Are you sure you can't remember meeting Phoebe? Are you sure we didn't say Isla and Phoebe and Flora had manicures not long ago.

Isla would no doubt feel the strange flutter of the Lullaby's emotions as she pressed gently against him; it wasn't quite the pitter-patter of budding affection, but something altogether more nuanced and hard to describe. Conveniently, he didn't have to nor was he really thinking about it even as the colours of his feelings for Isla shimmered from his skin.

Grumbling in acknowledgement if not agreement about both his status as an almost-attuned-but-also-other-things as well as dropping in on the fox, the Lullaby wipes his hand across his brow again, causing his curls to clump together thanks to the humidity. "Does he now?" The Lullaby pretends to think about who the deity could possibly have a passing resemblance to. Snapping his fingers as if it has just come to him, Remi glances at Isla over his shoulder with a grin.

"Loren. I bet that is who you are thinking of."

remi

Styling stolen from Sky (obviously)