Room 301, Saturday Morning

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Isabelle rolled out of bed with far too much energy. Far too much. You weren't supposed to have that much bounce this early on a Saturday morning, and yet.

"I'm going to train!"

Oh yeah, loud announcements were a thing too. Sorry if you were still in bed trying to sleep, Raleigh. She wasn't even going to train, not the way teenaged Isabelle would have. No, her current version was more about getting a wooden sword and playing with it. But first she was going to have to find one, and that meant bouncing over to the closet. With much enthusiasm. Which did not lessen a bit when she saw what was actually in said closet.

"... By the Angel!"

So many dresses.

[ooc: Closed door, open post!]

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"No, I want ice cream." A beat. "That's an ugly sweater. Why would you wear that?"

Yeah, apparently she'd actually gotten less blunt over the years. Who knew?

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"Ice cream isn't for breakfast." That much had been ingrained into him. "It's warm and comfortable."

It wasn't ugly!

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"It's ugly." She considered this fact. "And ice cream is for breakfast."

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"And how do you figure that?" Raleigh asked, pulling on socks because the floor was indeed cold.

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Isabelle hadn't even noticed. But that was probably because she was basically bouncing in place anyway.

"Because it is."

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"Uh huh. Still not getting you ice cream. Not unless your folks say it's okay." Strict babysitter was strict.

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And also making himself a likely target for getting prodded with a wooden sword.

"But my parents aren't here."

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"Neither are mine, but I'm not eating ice cream."

A beat.

"We can do hot cocoa instead."

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Isabelle looked suspicious. Like a person who thought she was being conned out of having something unhealthy for breakfast.

"... With marshmallows?"

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"The tiny ones," Raleigh promised, offering her his hand. Because clearly she'd get lost.

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Clearly.

Yeah, she totally ignored his hand. Even if it was mostly because she had to rush back to the closet for a thing.

Grown-up Izzy never left her room unarmed, either.

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And here Raleigh was assuming she was grabbing a toy or something. RALEIGH. YOU PRECIOUS LITTLE LAMB.

"You coming?"

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Well, she was grabbing a toy, technically. Since that was what her extensive collection of weapons had turned into for everyone's safety.

There was a little bit of general clatter as she wrangled stuff in the closet, but soon enough she emerged with a rather impressive toy sword. It was about two thirds of her own height, and had a bunch of (non-functional, but pretty) runes on its wooden blade.

Shadowhunters and their toys.

"Okay, I'm ready!"

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"Okay," Raleigh said slowly. "Want me to hold that?"

So you don't hurt someone?

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"No."

That sounded pretty definite. And also haughty.

"It's mine, get your own sword. You can't have mine. You're a mundie, it would kill you."

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"I'll keep that in mind." HE WOULD NOT. HE'D GET HIMSELF A SWORD. SO HELP HIM.

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If it was attached to a jaeger, it didn't count!

"Good. Seraph blades burn mundies."

Probablya good thing then that her sword was wood and not an actual seraph blade.