Isla
She doesn't expect to make him laugh that hard - by default, Isla has found Ascended to be masters of quiet brooding and serious personalities (Bastien is the exception, actually). But here is Cal, barking laughter at being smacked with his own arm and thoroughly enjoying his own amputation. The medic is getting a brand new look at how life might go as an ageless robot vampire, and she tries and fails to stop her own grin as she prepares to suture him up.
"Stop it, or your stitches will be wonky!" She chuckles, flashing him a playful glare before getting to work. "You had to? Are you quite sure about that?" she inquires, not that she seems to bear him any ill will. "You are lucky that I was only holding an arm, and not something more dangerous. Just a couple more minutes, I'm nearly there." Isla works quickly and skillfully, of that there can be no doubt, and the sutures go in like butter. "There."
"Stop it, or your stitches will be wonky!" She chuckles, flashing him a playful glare before getting to work. "You had to? Are you quite sure about that?" she inquires, not that she seems to bear him any ill will. "You are lucky that I was only holding an arm, and not something more dangerous. Just a couple more minutes, I'm nearly there." Isla works quickly and skillfully, of that there can be no doubt, and the sutures go in like butter. "There."
sooner or later, we all have to wake
and try forgetting everything
and try forgetting everything
