The Apartment, New York, Monday

[seveninchmotto]

At her core, Isabelle didn't much identify as American. If anything, she was a New Yorker, but a nationality? She didn't really have one. She was a Shadowhunter, first and foremost. And they had their own holidays and traditions. They didn't tend to get too tangled up in the traditions of wherever they were stationed. No matter if they lived there their entire lives – they were always set apart, somehow. It was a Shadow World thing.

But still, Isabelle was looking forward to some fireworks tonight, later. Something special and pretty. It might not have been her holiday, but she could still enjoy certain parts of it. Besides, it seemed like a good reward for the hard work she'd gotten through today by cleaning the apartment!

Which was to say, cleaning two closets in the bedroom, which she was finishing up now. She could do more cleaning tomorrow. If nothing more interesting popped up, and if she remembered.

[ooc: NFB but open!]

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[seveninchmotto]

"Mine's busy," she murmured. "There's a lot of general Clave business going on, some to do with the Academy, some just general." She helped out with the general. It was more specific to New York, a lot of the time. "Yours is doing well."

[flickofthewrist]

"And one hasn't met the other yet, hmm?" he joked, trying and failing to imagine something like that happening. "I'm glad she's doing well. No bumps in the road or anything?"

[seveninchmotto]

"None that I could see, no," she replied, shaking her head again. "She wonders how you're doing. I tell her you're doing spectacularly and that we should both be proud."

[flickofthewrist]

"I might try and go see her before I have to leave tomorrow," he hummed, giving her one more kiss before he moved to slide away. "Do you have plans for today?"

[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle made a playful sort of whiney noise at him pulling away, but let him go. "Not very elaborate ones. Just seeing the fireworks."

[flickofthewrist]

Flick nodded. "That's the real reason I came home. And you, of course, but mostly the fireworks."

He was teasing and his eyebrow waggle hopefully proved that.

[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle rolled her eyes at his teasing. But in a good-natured way. He was here to be eye-rolled at, she wasn't about to lose sight of that.

"Please, we both know I produce enough metaphorical fireworks to keep you more than interested all on my own."

[flickofthewrist]

"That's true but you don't change colors," he said and kissed her nose. "Do you want to get some food before the fireworks?"

[seveninchmotto]

"Sure." Well, she was always up for food. "In or out?"

[flickofthewrist]

"Depends on what you're feeling up to," Flick told her, shrugging. "You wanna go out, we can go out."

[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle snorted and tapped him on the tip of his nose. "I asked first."

[flickofthewrist]

"I don't care if you asked me first," Flick said, tapping her nose right back. "I don't have any preferences. I just didn't want to be in Idris."

[seveninchmotto]

Her nose crinkled under his tapping.

"Do you miss Taki's?"

[flickofthewrist]

"The better question is does Taki's miss me?" Flick wondered, smirking. "Are you asking me out to Taki's?"

[seveninchmotto]

"Maybe." She tilted her head and smirked back at him. "I might also be asking you to stay in and cuddle with me while we wait for someone from taki's to deliver. But, mostly that first option."

[flickofthewrist]

"I didn't even Taki's did deliver," Flick said, raising an eyebrow. "We can do either or. I just wanna eat. Academy food sucks as you well know."

[seveninchmotto]

"I think you could use the fresh New York air you'll get on the trip over to Taki's," Isabelle decided after careful deliberation. Or a beat. Either or. "So you don't forget the neighborhood."

[flickofthewrist]

"Then, get yourself ready and let's go because I am fucking starving," Flick said, rubbing his stomach.

[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle gave him a quick peck on the cheek before slipping back to the closet for something fitting to wear. The cleaning clothes wouldn't do.

"If you'd let me know in advance, I would've cooked for you, you know," she said as she pulled a dress from the closet.

[flickofthewrist]

"Again, that would have ruined the surprise," he crooned, flopping down on the bed. "And I didn't wanna do that."

[seveninchmotto]

"So you'd rather starve," she replied, coming over to the bed to drop the dress beside him so she could peel her shirt off.

[flickofthewrist]

"I would have found something to eat if worst came to worst," he said, shrugging. "I wouldn't have starved. Believe me, I've gone much longer without food."

[seveninchmotto]

"Yes, you're the toughest of them all," Isabelle replied, tossing her shirt at him because she could. "I meant you're starving right now."

[flickofthewrist]

"If it got to the point of wanting to eat my arm off, I'd go find something in our pantry," he said, catching her shirt and giving it a sniff. "Mmm, smells like you."

[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle snorted. "Weirdo. Bet you've missed that."

Of course he probably had. She had. She had his t-shirts but the scent wore off over time.

She unbuttoned her pants.