Room 17, Second Floor, Haunted House, Saturday Evening

[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle was so very ready to move out of this place. Yes, living on an even tinier island than usual was maybe quaint and all, and she hadn't had to deal with her roommate much at all, and maybe if you squinted, there was something comfortingly familiar about the presence of the supernatural.

But. That last bit especially was so goddamn annoying. See, when Isabelle was trying to take advantage of the fact that her roommate wasn't around, and trying to, you know, relax and enjoy herself a little, all curled up on her bed in her nice pajamas (because being alone was no reason to look anything less than her best) and scrolling through some of the more not safe for the public kind of stuff she had saved on her phone... The last thing she needed was for some disembodied voice to start crying uncontrollably in the corner of her room. Right as she was about to settle down to watch that one video, too. Pretty boys getting it on didn't go with wailing, thank you very much!

And of course, the crying voice was soon joined by another one. And once those quieted down, there was a brief misty figure on the other side of the room.

"Are you done already?"

When she felt a random instance of pure dread rush through her senses, she slumped down on her bed with a great big annoyed sigh. So ready to move out of this damn place.

[ooc: Closed door, open post if you're up for SP. In all honesty I am mostly posting to use at least a portion of an idea I ran out of time to fully use, la.]

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[flickofthewrist]

Flick hadn't been having that much trouble with the house today but that didn't mean he wanted to stick around longer than he had to. After getting bored up in his own room, he wandered down and gave a knock on the closed door.

Hopefully she wouldn't think that was a ghost or anything.

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"Actual person or another pointless bit of haunting?" Isabelle called out, sounding fed up.

So, it was about fifty fifty on thinking he was a ghost.

[flickofthewrist]

Flick didn't answer immediately since that question was unexpected. Eventually, he said, "Person," and waited for her to recognize his voice.

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Which she did, so she didn't sound as pissed as she had the first time.

"Door's not locked."

She wasn't getting up, though. He could see himself in, she'd just stay on her bed and glare at some shadows as if daring them to move on their own.

[flickofthewrist]

Flick waited a second longer before pushing open the door and stepping inside. He closed it behind him and tilted his head.

"Everything okay?" he asked, looking in the direction of her glare.

[seveninchmotto]

"This house is stupid," Isabelle told him, shaking her head. She pushed herself up to sitting and smoothed the hem of her babydoll style nightgown (yeah, no childish pajamas for her) over her thighs. "Shadow World activity and yet nothing to stab."

[flickofthewrist]

One corner of Flick's mouth lifted and he snickered a bit. He leaned back against her door and crossed his arms.

"Won't be here much longer," he said in what he hoped was a reassuring tone. "Should enjoy it while it lasts."

He was teasing.

[seveninchmotto]

She would've flipped him off, had that been part of the idiom of the Shadowhunters.

As things were, she just rolled her eyes. "Ha ha."

[flickofthewrist]

That just made Flick's smile widen. He tapped a few fingers against his arm.

"Anything I can do to help?" he finally asked like the very nice young gentleman he was.

[seveninchmotto]

"Don't know," Isabelle replied. "Are you an exorcist now?"

It was nice that he was smiling that freely, it really was, but she was going to hold on to her sourness for a moment longer, here.

[flickofthewrist]

Flick shook his head and said, "Sorry." He hadn't learned how to exorcise demons since the last time he'd seen her.

"You wanna go out or something?" he asked, trying to find something to ease her sourness.

[seveninchmotto]

She sighed again, picking up her phone from where she'd tossed it in her frustration earlier. "I was actually trying to have a very nice evening in."

She was all dressed up for it and everything.

[flickofthewrist]

"Sorry," he said again. "You want me to go? Leave you alone?"

[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle waved a hand at him. Ever the completely clear gesture, that one. "No, stay."

That was a bit clearer.

"You're much better company than what's been around before you showed up."

[flickofthewrist]

"I didn't bring any pajamas," Flick said, shuffling closer to her now that he'd gotten somewhat of an invitation. "And that's not much of a comparison either. I'm better than some ghosts, huh?"

[seveninchmotto]

"You don't need any pajamas." She probably had one of his shirts stuffed away somewhere in all her stuff, anyway, if he got desperate for something else to wear. "And you need to accept the comparisons you get. At least it was favorable."

A little snarkier than her earlier surliness, at least.

[flickofthewrist]

"Wow, you're really not in a good mood," Flick noted, stopping his approach and deciding to just stay where he was. "Okay, then."

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Isabelle sighed and rolled her eyes. Again. Look, his approach had been a thing she'd liked and she disliked that he'd stopped.

Even if her snark had maybe been a little sharper than she'd intended.

"Yes, you're better than some ghosts. Much better."

[flickofthewrist]

"Thanks," he said dryly. "Appreciate the clarification."

He didn't move, though. He stood there and looked at her, gauging her mood and how likely it'd be that she'd get sharp with him again which would inevitably lead into some sort of argument.

[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle let him just look at her for a moment, then raised one eyebrow.

"I'm also a person, for the record. I'm not a banshee waiting to claw your eyes out if you get closer."

[flickofthewrist]

"I just didn't want to get snapped at again," Flick told her, shrugging and stepping closer until his knees hit the side of her bed. "I'm sorry you're in a bad mood."

[seveninchmotto]

"You didn't get snapped at the first time." Yes he did. She looked up at him and shrugged. "As for that other part, I'll get over it."

[flickofthewrist]

"You snapped at me," Flick said, looking down and shrugging. "There anything you want to do as a distraction?"

[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle patted a spot on the bed next to her.

"Sit down."

[flickofthewrist]

Flick took a seat carefully, settling down without saying anything and getting himself a little comfortable.

Once done, he glanced over at her.