“There's… So many bars~?” Those dark, doe-like eyes seeming to grow even larger as Lola Skylark looked over the rather festive and fun-looking streets of Stellan city of Santalicia, the arrival of this dainty but daring doll on the eve of one of their greatest celebrations seemed to be pure coincidence in truth, and yet was one which she only too merrily seemed to want to indulge in every way she could. When in Bellum, and all that, right~? Mother would be proud.
“Let's… Get a drink! Come on, come on, cooome onnnn!!!!” As such found with a big grin upon her face and those inky irises seeming to glow with energy at the possibility of what lay ahead of her as well, the fuchsia fox immediately seemed to be struck with a sense of thirst both for adventure and perhaps more commonplace satisfactions, and so with both at the forefront of her mind she couldn't help but tug at the sleeve of her earnest and hardworking companion in a fashion which was both irrepressible and impatient as well. Lucky for her, some found charm in it, eh~?