Room 17, Second Floor, Haunted House, Tuesday Afternoon

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Thanks to all the drama in New York, Isabelle was a late arrival to the house on Ingvar. Of course, now that she'd been there for all of an hour, you could hardly tell she hadn't been there all along. She had a supernatural skill both for transporting a lot of her possessions over from the main island, as well as for spreading said possessions all across the room with very little thought to the fact that she was apparently sharing this room with someone. So, in that respect, she was already as at home as she possibly could be.

This house felt like bad news, though. She felt like she was being watched while she was straightening up the few extra pillows on the bed. And she did not like the feeling.

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"Congratulations," Nathan said dryly, rolling his eyes. She'd been so enlightening with her explanation. He was truly informed now. "Very advanced of you."

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He hadn't asked for an explanation! So, she hadn't given him one.

And all his dry tone got him was vague amusement from her. "But of course."

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Nathan was actually getting a little irritated which led to him getting restless and twitchy. He tried to channel that into breathing and staring at pictures but he still was moving around more than he had been.

He said nothing though.

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Isabelle didn't care whether he was irritated. But she also didn't say anything to annoy him further.

Just sat down on her bed to go through the contents of her makeup bag, only glancing up to see whether there was a desk or something she could commandeer as a makeshift vanity table.

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And Nathan didn't show his irritation either. He was just impatient and defensive when it came to new situations especially involving girls of any kind.

If there was a desk in the room, he wasn't using it. He didn't have any real need since he didn't think he'd be there much anyway. Most of his things were still in a small bag under his bed.

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Which was about the only place her stuff probably wouldn't spread to. So, good choice.

After a moment, she got up to arrange her makeup (so much glitter) on the desk. She'd have to get some kind of a moderately sized mirror from town later.

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Nathan was actually really, really glad that he'd be out of the room for the most part. He had no exposure to glitter and wouldn't like it too much if it got all over him.

Right now, he was just marveling at the amount of things one person could have while trying not to seem too obvious about it.

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And this was just a small portion of all the stuff she had in her room at the dorms, which at this point was kind of a den of glittery girlishness. And also concealed weapons.

"You won't mind if I hang some of my dresses out, right?"

She wasn't actually asking his permission.

"Maybe a corset, too."

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"Would it stop you if I said no?" Nathan wondered because he really didn't think it would. He really didn't.

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For that, he got her very best dazzling smile.

"No."

Of course not.

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"So, why ask me?" he wondered, shaking his head. "It's not like my answer mattered."

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"I was being polite." And he was responding to it incorrectly, so she was going to wrinkle her nose, now. "I'll be sure to skip it from now on."

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"That doesn't make sense, though," Nathan pointed out. "If you're being polite and I answered honestly and you were going to ignore it anyway, that doesn't sound like actual politeness."

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Isabelle waved her Marked hand dismissively again.

"Most politeness is just a way of achieving the illusion of giving a damn about others' opinions, anyway."

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"Well, I appreciate your phony politeness," Nathan said, going right back to a dry tone. "I'll be sure to remember it for the future."

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Isabelle shrugged. "It's a free country, they tell me."

Translation: she did not care. At all. Once the makeup things were adequately spread out across the desk, she went to pick up her bag off her bed, and slung it over her shoulder.

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"Doesn't always seem like it though," he said absently.

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Sadly, Isabelle didn't seem to be listening anymore. Or maybe it was for the best. "I'm heading back into town," she said. "Try not to trip on my things."

Thankfully she didn't have a lot of her stuff on the floor. Yet, anyway.

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Nathan didn't say anything. Just waved a hand and kept looking at the various pictures in the magazine without reading any words that might go along with them.

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Isabelle didn't even wave back. Just disappeared out the door.

Yeah, this would work out fine.