Room 301, Monday Afternoon

[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle was having trouble focusing.

She didn't even have anything in particular that needed her undivided attention, so it shouldn't have been a problem. But it was annoying. She didn't like moods like this. What was the point of not being able to get lost in doing anything? Ugh. And she'd already been down at the gym training, too. And both her closets were as organized as they were going to get. And she didn't feel like shopping.

So, this was how you ended up pacing around the room like a caged animal. It was not a good look on her.

Maybe she needed to go for a run or something.

[ooc: Open post, open door!]

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[seveninchmotto]

"You'd argue a lot of things, and not all of them are true," she retorted. "But, you're right about this one. I'm not sure I've ever seen you that gross."

Not outside that one time he'd been covered in blood and dirt, anyway.

[flickofthewrist]

"There's always room for me to get that gross, though," he said, giving her a little smirk. "Maybe you'd like it. Get all rough around the edges and scruffy."

[seveninchmotto]

"Scruffy and rough around the edges does not equal gross," Isabelle replied. Her fingers rubbed absently at his shoulders. "Gross is just gross."

[flickofthewrist]

"Have you ever seen me gross?" he wondered. "You didn't like my scruffiness too much either, I remember."

[seveninchmotto]

"I've seen you bloodied up, it was gross enough." So there. "As for the scruff... I could live with it, but I prefer not to."

[flickofthewrist]

"So picky," Flick teased, shaking his head at her. "Guess that means no stylish goatees fro me."

[seveninchmotto]

"You don't think goatees are stylish," she retorted. "Although as far as the issue of scratchiness goes, a goatee wouldn't be as bad as some other styles."

[flickofthewrist]

"So concerned about the state of your thighs," he joked, shaking his head. "I will do my best to keep my facial hair to a minimum."

[seveninchmotto]

"Good puppy," Isabelle replied lightly. One of her hands had stilled, but the other was still idly rubbing his shoulder. She wasn't managing to be completely still right now. "We shouldn't have any problems."

[flickofthewrist]

"Hopefully not," he said, tilting his head at her. "You figured out a cure for your boredom yet?"

[seveninchmotto]

The rubbing turned into tapping against his shoulder.

"Maybe."

[flickofthewrist]

"So, what is it?" he wondered, curious. "You're so restless right now."

[seveninchmotto]

The tapping got more insistent, even though there was really no good reason for it. Maybe she didn't need to try and cover up her restlessness now that he'd said it aloud.

"Guess."

[flickofthewrist]

"Tapping out a symphony against my shoulder?" he guessed, glancing down.

[seveninchmotto]

"Don't try to get clever," Isabelle told him dryly. "I mean sex."

[flickofthewrist]

"I'm already clever," Flick told her, smirking easily. "There's no trying needed."

[seveninchmotto]

"Well, you're not always as clever as you think you are." Her fingers curled along his shoulder. No more tapping. "But I'm willing to overlook that."

[flickofthewrist]

"Because you want to have sex?" he teased, glancing down at her fingers.

[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle nodded at him. "I suppose that's one reason, yes."

[flickofthewrist]

"Mmm." His arms were still crossed and he was just smiling at her because he could. Maybe waiting to see what move she'd make, if anything.

[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle watched him for a moment with her head just barely tilted to the side.

"Unless of course you don't want to have sex," she said lightly. "In which case I'll have to reconsider how much cleverness I can overlook without sending you on your way for the rest of the day."

[flickofthewrist]

"So, it's sex or I'm probably gonna get dismissed?" he asked, matching her head tilt with one of his own. His smile had turned into more of a smirk now, contemplative and half amused.

[seveninchmotto]

"Possibly," she replied, to correct his word choice. "I'm sure a case could be made for you having worth in other ways."

He had a ton of worth to her in all kinds of ways. But she was twitchy and restless.

[flickofthewrist]

"Interesting." He was being an ass on purpose, pushing those twitchy, restless buttons of her just to see how much initiative and action she'd take.

Or if she'd just get mad at him.

[seveninchmotto]

Possibly both. She wasn't great at dealing with her buttons being pushed.

Her eyes narrowed, but she said nothing.