( the siren's song has already done its job, trapping Izumi in an illusion of...
well. spices.
the woman she's sharing the pool with — beautiful, in that model-esque way that makes her unsure whether she wants to kiss her or simply steal her face and diet tips — giggles and rolls the container of Amchur powder in her palm, holding it out towards Izumi. )
Come here. I'll let you taste it.
( her voice is low, husky, and there's a certain look in her eyes that has Izumi turning several shades of red, which only makes the stranger laugh more.
how cute. and how easy this is proving to be, because Izumi does slowly shuffle in the woman's direction, the container seeming to have a magnetic pull all of its own. )
i'm sorry about all my life choices
( the siren's song has already done its job, trapping Izumi in an illusion of...
well. spices.
the woman she's sharing the pool with — beautiful, in that model-esque way that makes her unsure whether she wants to kiss her or simply steal her face and diet tips — giggles and rolls the container of Amchur powder in her palm, holding it out towards Izumi. )
Come here. I'll let you taste it.
( her voice is low, husky, and there's a certain look in her eyes that has Izumi turning several shades of red, which only makes the stranger laugh more.
how cute. and how easy this is proving to be, because Izumi does slowly shuffle in the woman's direction, the container seeming to have a magnetic pull all of its own. )