ISLA
Unable not to titter as this time Sunjata is the one trying to breathe his tea, Isla feels herself relax in his presence in a way she'd always been able to, but for the first time in over a year the pleasantness of company doesn't come with added guilt. (Not that she can confess to have had much company, and where she has run into people, it's been polite to say the least).
Hearing the question he poses, Isla surprises herself by getting a little bit invested in it, and she sidles into one of the chairs at the table and shrugs the copper coloured sweater back on her shoulder where it's trying to slip down. (She blames Sunjata's spider arms for that one). "...Everyone's got a kink, right?" she says eventually, smirking and glancing up at him.
"For some it's fur and feathers and claws. For others it's ice or fire or lightning. If you're going to open a brothel, it feels a bit vanilla to keep people from expressing themselves fully, right?" She grins.
Hearing the question he poses, Isla surprises herself by getting a little bit invested in it, and she sidles into one of the chairs at the table and shrugs the copper coloured sweater back on her shoulder where it's trying to slip down. (She blames Sunjata's spider arms for that one). "...Everyone's got a kink, right?" she says eventually, smirking and glancing up at him.
"For some it's fur and feathers and claws. For others it's ice or fire or lightning. If you're going to open a brothel, it feels a bit vanilla to keep people from expressing themselves fully, right?" She grins.
apres moi le deluge
after me comes the flood
after me comes the flood
