[Center][h2][color=a36209]Isla[/color][/h2]
Grand Magic Games

Zami[/center]

Ilsa noticed how he was watching her paint his whole face full and saw how he reacted to it. It didn't look like he personally minded all that much so she gladly went on with it. After she had finished her job Isla pressed his face into his to see his reaction. He inspected himself and seemed to like it which also made Isla quite happy. Isla hyperly gave him a smile and moved frantically around not being able to sit still. After her small outburst Isla gave Zami the paint to draw his name somewhere but to her surprise he declined. Even though he didn't want to talk he was still gonna show his name to her in some way. He readied his bubble again and pressed it against his face in which Isla let out a gasp and reached out to him to removed the bubble [color=a36209]"Don't! You'll ruin the paint."[/color] But Ilsa was to late as Zami pressed the bubble against his face. 

A few seconds later he removed the bubble again in which Ilsa immediatly poked her face towards the space between his face and bubble that was slowly opening up. She gave a sigh of relieve that the figure on his face was still intact and moved back again. Her attention immediately went over towards the bubble in which she angled her head in confusion. Her face slowly went over to the front of the bubble to see all the paint spread over it. As the paint started moving and slowly started to turn into a orangy color she poked her head along the bubble to see what Zami was doing. He had his eyes closed and seemed to be concentrating pretty hard [color=a36209]"Hmm?"[/color] Isla curiously sounded as she moved to lean on his lap with both her hands. A few moments later he opened his eyes again and at the same moment Isla's face was only inches away from his face. She grinned and moved back to look at the bubble again. It was displaying yellow, red and orange letters that were created by the movements of the surface of the bubble [color=a36209]"Zzzzzzzzzami"[/color] she smirked again and gave a slow sounding giggle [color=a36209]"he... he... he..."[/color] yet another smirk reappeared on her face. As the letters started moving again she lightly poked into the bubble out of curiousity how strong it was. As the letters were readable again she chiquelle sat in front of him on her knees reading the bubble it's letters [color=a36209]"Huh, who are they?" [/color]

Ilsa expected a finger pointed over at the people but frankly he was only staring at them. Ilsa crawled closer to him while still on her knees and stood up on the chairs. Ilsa turned 180 degrees and sat herself down onto his lap with her butt and rested both her small hands onto his leg on the part where her own legs were at. She momentarily looked over to his face as to where he was looking at and followed the trail of his eyes. Ilsa was staring at the members of Phoenix Wing and had to think a little. As she suddenly saw Damien, the winner of last fight. Her expression changed [color=a36209]"Ohhhhhh! That's one of the guilds that's participating in the games! Phoenix Wing!"[/color] She looked back at him and gave a cheeky smile [color=a36209]"They are pretty famous."[/color]