Isla
Isla watches as he shifts across the bed - a bed that is absolutely not large enough for two people, especially when one of them now resembles a small tank (and quite when Remi became this solid is beyond her), but which she moves to sink down on nonetheless. "You can put people to sleep now too?" she inquires, tilting her head at him in unbidden curiosity, but she tries to stifle that when they're trying to do a different kind of experiment.
And when she's, you know, laying down in the crook of his arm to try not to fall out of the bed. "Alright, well... do your worst, I suppose. I trust you." Isla smiles up at him, thoroughly ignoring how close they are and how, at least physically, there's very little that comes from it.
And when she's, you know, laying down in the crook of his arm to try not to fall out of the bed. "Alright, well... do your worst, I suppose. I trust you." Isla smiles up at him, thoroughly ignoring how close they are and how, at least physically, there's very little that comes from it.
sooner or later, we all have to wake
and try forgetting everything
and try forgetting everything
