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]

His arms weren't coming from around her either. Flick wasn't exactly sure if she was okay or not since he couldn't see her face but he figured she couldn't be upset if she was still holding onto him.

Flick rubbed his fingers up and down her back, letting her hide her face against his neck. He didn't say anything else for the moment.

[seveninchmotto]

She wasn't upset. But she was hiding. Kind of. Keeping her face burrowed against the crook of his neck probably counted as hiding, although she wasn't sure what from.

But she was still clinging to him.

[flickofthewrist]

Yeah, he wasn't sure what she was might be hiding from either. He figured it was probably something he'd said so he decided not to say anything further for the moment.

He just continued to hold her and let her hide and cling to him.

[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle kissed the curve of his neck. Her lips were right there and it felt natural.

And she murmured, very quietly, "You're too good to me."

[flickofthewrist]

"No."

He shook his head but barely. Didn't want to jostle her.

"This is what you deserve. This is what you should have."

[seveninchmotto]

"Is it?"

She wasn't so sure. But it was nice that someone believed that.

[flickofthewrist]

"Yes."

He was keeping it simple right now. Not too much but not too little either. Flick truly did believe that she deserved what he was trying to give her and he hoped that was evident.

"Don't settle for less than you deserve."

[seveninchmotto]

"I wasn't planning to."

She just had problems with letting herself open up for what she deserved. Huge problems.

[flickofthewrist]

"Okay."

He really couldn't find anything else to say there. So, he said nothing else. Just fell quiet and let himself get a little lost in his own head with his thoughts while she clung to him and hid her face from him.

[seveninchmotto]

From the world, not from him. The fact that it was hidden from him was a side effect of using his body for her hiding.

She nuzzled his neck for a moment before pulling back to look at him again.

[flickofthewrist]

And Flick looked back though he said nothing. Just looked and waited for whatever she might do.

[seveninchmotto]

She reached up and ruffled his hair. Then she ran her hair slowly through his hair, just because, her fingers trailing a random route from the back of his head to his temple.

"Haven't seen any ghosts around since you showed up."

[flickofthewrist]

"Even my life is too much for ghosts," Flick said, shrugging. "They needed a break."

[seveninchmotto]

"Not quite what I was leading up to," Isabelle replied with a wry look, "but okay."

She'd get to what she'd been leading up to in a second, no fear.

[flickofthewrist]

"I didn't think you were leading up to that," Flick assured her, "but I felt like saying it anyway. What were you leading up to, baby?"

[seveninchmotto]

"I was leading up to how you should stay the night." See, he didn't have to ask, this time. "Since you're such a natural ghost repellent."

[flickofthewrist]

"But, I didn't bring any pajamas," he noted not at all seriously. "What will I sleep in?"

[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle snickered. "In the nude," she told him, with a mock solemn nod. "Scandalous, I know. But I'm sure you'll survive somehow, baby."

[flickofthewrist]

"And is your roommate out of the room for the night?" Flick asked since if he was going to be sleeping naked, he really didn't need some random dude wandering in.

[seveninchmotto]

She shrugged. "Probably." Maybe she should have paid more attention to these things... But she didn't want to. "At least, that's the assumption I was going with when I was trying to have my nice evening in, earlier."

[flickofthewrist]

"I'll stay despite the possibility of being walked in on by your random guy roommate," Flick told her. "I like you that much."

[seveninchmotto]

"Mm, of course you do." No, really, he'd already told her he'd come and find her if she disappeared. So, that was entirely sincere, although she still smirked at him. "I'd say you also like the possibilities that follow from sleeping naked with me."

[flickofthewrist]

"Are you going to be sleeping naked too?" Flick wondered. "Or will it just be me?"

[seveninchmotto]

"Which would you prefer?" Isabelle asked without missing a beat.

As if the pajamas she was wearing really even counted as clothing.

[flickofthewrist]

"I have no preference, honestly," Flick said. "You naked is great but those pajamas are pretty themselves."