Yoka laughed her polite, quiet laugh. One hand covered her mouth slightly, a habit from when it was considered proper and demure, but she had a way of moving her hand that seemed at once both elegant and obscene.
"You know, since I've lived here, I feel like my expectations that the world will end have decreased," she confessed. She moved her hand from her mouth to run it through her dark hair. Her smile flickered into a frown.
"I'm at the point of my life where large scale disasters are kind of a 'oh, wondered when that would happen' approach and I'm not partial to admit that's how I've become," she said. The island had been like a bubble to her. To throw herself into someone else's problems was a welcome respite.
She tsked in sympathy for his muddled romance.
"How did you meet your muddled romantic interest?" she asked. She folded her hands around th cup once more. "What's your story?"
"You know, since I've lived here, I feel like my expectations that the world will end have decreased," she confessed. She moved her hand from her mouth to run it through her dark hair. Her smile flickered into a frown.
"I'm at the point of my life where large scale disasters are kind of a 'oh, wondered when that would happen' approach and I'm not partial to admit that's how I've become," she said. The island had been like a bubble to her. To throw herself into someone else's problems was a welcome respite.
She tsked in sympathy for his muddled romance.
"How did you meet your muddled romantic interest?" she asked. She folded her hands around th cup once more. "What's your story?"
