Isla
"Only if you say please," Isla says with a raise of her eyebrows, though there's no guarantee she won't still yank his chain just to see the look on his face. She'd apologise, if she were sorry. Grinning and bobbing into another half curtsey as he gestures for her to go ahead, Isla sweeps into the first of what will turn out to be many rooms of the afternoon. They move dressers, side tables, beds and storage trunks, hang curtains and lanterns and add mattresses and sheets and pillows, and while it's tedious work, Isla finds that the time passes quickly.
Indeed, by the time the sun is dipping beneath the horizon, their stockpile of furniture has been distributed throughout the House of Midnight (she really does like the name), and she's leaning against what will eventually be a fully stocked bar. "Do you think you'll do a grand opening?" she's asking Sunjata, straightening out the bar stools she's recently put there and gazing over the empty shelving.
"Or is this going to be an exclusive affair?"
Indeed, by the time the sun is dipping beneath the horizon, their stockpile of furniture has been distributed throughout the House of Midnight (she really does like the name), and she's leaning against what will eventually be a fully stocked bar. "Do you think you'll do a grand opening?" she's asking Sunjata, straightening out the bar stools she's recently put there and gazing over the empty shelving.
"Or is this going to be an exclusive affair?"
we're gonna separate ourselves tonight
we're always running scared but holding knives
we're always running scared but holding knives
