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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Aww, that had been a lovely thought, and one Isabelle would've gladly gone along with under different circumstances.

But as it was, she came to the door with a wooden sword. And a lot shorter than usual. And maybe also looking a little less pleased to see him than usual.

"Hmm."

That was one critical greeting.

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Isaac's eyes widened a little as he realized that almost everybody had been hit with this. "Oh never mind. Wrong door."

Such lies.

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"Was it?"

There was so much sass in her expression. So much.

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"Uh, yes it was," Isaac said with a 'duh' tone. He could sass right back, thank you. "Why would I be looking for a little girl?"

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"Maybe you read too many mundie... Um..." This would've been so much more smooth if she'd remembered what the word was a bit quicker. "Fair folk tales!" Close enough. "Yeah, maybe you read too many those."

She was vaguely aware that there was a fairytale about a girl and a wolf.

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"What would that have to do with anything?" Yeah, Isaac didn't get the cliche.

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Isabelle sighed theatrically and leaned against her sword. "There's a girl who wears red, and then there's a wolf?"

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"Ohhh right," he said with a nod. "What makes you think I'm a wolf?"

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She'd perfected eye rolling at a young age too, it seemed.

"Because you are."

Welcome to Fandom's inconsistency in which weetinies still recognized the people around them and which didn't!

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"Well you got me there with your sound logic," Isaac said. "You gonna kick my ass now?"

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Isabelle held her wooden sword up. The effect was more adorable than imposing, though.

"Are you going to be trouble?"

Yeah, same thing with that.

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"I'm never trouble." Oh what a lie.

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"But you're a werewolf."

That meant he was statistically more likely to be trouble! And yes, yes that was definitely supernatural racial profiling and not cool at all.

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"And?" he asked. "You can't judge a whole species. That's racist. Or something."

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"I dunno what that means." It meant she was going to wake up on Monday morning and realize she'd maybe learned to see more shades of grey over the years. That's what it meant.

She pointed her sword at him. Just look at those cute marker runes on it! "You're a Downworlder. Don't be trouble."

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Isaac looked down at the so-called sword and tried not to laugh. "You're adorable."

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Yeah, the displeased face she made up at him upon hearing that was pretty adorable too.

"No I'm not!"

Annnnd then she tried to whack him in the shin with her sword. Because he wasn't taking her seriously. And because she was pretty sure a light-ish whack wasn't exactly a Covenant-breaking offence.

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"Hey!" Okay, that hadn't exactly hurt but it was still rude! "That is not very nice!"

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"You weren't taking me seriously!"

Because sure, brandishing a wooden sword and being like seven-years-old were ways to get respect.

"I don't have to be nice to you."

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"Why, because I'm a werewolf?" he asked. "I don't have to stand here and take this."

Why was he arguing with a child?

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Maybe because Isabelle was just so compelling a person, even when she was tiny and showing off her inherited prejudice?

"No, because you're dumb."

Oh that made it all better.

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"And you're stupid." So take that.

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The level of maturity here was astounding.

Isabelle looked indignant.

"Well at least I'm not an animal!"

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"Neither am I!" He was half one. Kind of.

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"Well –– well, you're more an animal than I am!"

She knew math!