The Nightingale
She/her
Twenty four
November 11
Slateport
Heterosexual
Assistant
executive
Defiance in her flesh, her blood, her bones; written on her soul
Messenger
POSTED ON Feb 8, 2019 8:31:35 GMT
[attr="class","isratalk"] Isra isn't entirely convinced, it's apparent on her face. If she knew that she wouldn't belive it though, there's no way she'd drop her guard enough for him to see the almost vulnerable uncertainty in her eyes. She accepts his terms in silence. "It has potential, but I doubt the others will be eager to follow what you propose to a T,they'll want to make adjustments as they see fit." though if he was as smart as behavior implied he would anticipate this. "there's potential in such an idea though, especially with the loss of our champion. If played right an elite four could be a useful card on the table." She's quiet a moment. "I still want to know what you expect of me while 'keeping you company'. Work at the office is straight forward, this is far more relaxed and.... social. We're either dropping barriers, playing at dropping barriers or giving you an excuse to drink while working without there being more workers to see it." she knows she should just play it safe, pretend and all that. Something about the councilman however, drives her to behave like a child and she is aware of herself to know that requires a certain fondness. She needs to know if that is mutual, or if she is wasting her time. Her look hardens as she mulls this over in her mind. FERNANDO SILPH[newclass=.isratalk b]color: #9ed480;[/newclass]
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