And just leave it to this island to go and do something so messed up it actually made Amaya Blackstone feel almost a little wistful....or longing, at the very least...over a blasted kiss.
You'd gone way too far with this one, Island!
But wistfully longing over it she was, with a horrible little sigh there at the end that really crossed the line.
"At least," she allowed, extra sardonic to help keep her from the near swoon that might be around the corner if she wasn't careful, "I've got good tea."
With that, Amaya took a stand against this nonsense, literally, by pushing herself off the floor, adjusting the awkward disarray the attempts to remove them had made of her clothes, and then brushing her hands together as if to clean them of this whole affair. For now.
"Half the reason you even bother coming over, right?"
Just say yes and agree, Seivarden. Zards, tell her it's closer to seventy-five percent, or even one hundred. The more general dismissal of this whole thing, the better, as far as she was concerned.
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You'd gone way too far with this one, Island!
But wistfully longing over it she was, with a horrible little sigh there at the end that really crossed the line.
"At least," she allowed, extra sardonic to help keep her from the near swoon that might be around the corner if she wasn't careful, "I've got good tea."
With that, Amaya took a stand against this nonsense, literally, by pushing herself off the floor, adjusting the awkward disarray the attempts to remove them had made of her clothes, and then brushing her hands together as if to clean them of this whole affair. For now.
"Half the reason you even bother coming over, right?"
Just say yes and agree, Seivarden. Zards, tell her it's closer to seventy-five percent, or even one hundred. The more general dismissal of this whole thing, the better, as far as she was concerned.