Blame it on days in the places they made for the people just like me
Isla’s jesting does misinterpret what he means, but he flashes her a soft smile with it as he bumps his shoulder into hers. “It’s a cool metal arm now, though.” He rumbles, a bit amused, before she gives the book a sly look. The offer of her speeding through it so he can read it on his own little travel has him humming a soft laugh, his gaze drifting toward the rest of the darkened room. “Sure. Then when I come back we could go over what we thought of it.” He suggests, letting his gaze drift back to her.
But her question is aired and he wonders if it’s because she might miss the company he’s giving her – something he hasn’t thought about in some time. It’s a curious sort of sweetness that has him pausing before he speaks, shifting to lean forward again on the treatment bed. “Plan on taking a trip to Torchline for a little bit. Spend some time by the ocean.” He pauses, flashing her a crookedly fanged smirk. “I prefer visiting during the hottest time of year for them given that we can’t feel how hot it is.” No need to sweat through the night, the ability to enjoy the bonfires along the beach in the night, the bioluminescence that coats the shores in a faint blue glow.
But her question is aired and he wonders if it’s because she might miss the company he’s giving her – something he hasn’t thought about in some time. It’s a curious sort of sweetness that has him pausing before he speaks, shifting to lean forward again on the treatment bed. “Plan on taking a trip to Torchline for a little bit. Spend some time by the ocean.” He pauses, flashing her a crookedly fanged smirk. “I prefer visiting during the hottest time of year for them given that we can’t feel how hot it is.” No need to sweat through the night, the ability to enjoy the bonfires along the beach in the night, the bioluminescence that coats the shores in a faint blue glow.
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