i'm pure at heart, it repels the dirt

Isabelle had been trained to wake early every morning, rain or shine, and a slight hangover did nothing to prevent it from happening again. She sat up slowly and blinked down at Flick. It was weird to have him here, for so many reasons. But it was good too. She kissed his forehead softly, then swung herself out of bed. She rummaged in her bag for her gear, retrieved it, and headed out to find the bathroom.

( It was halfway down the hall, and the door was just opening. )

[ooc: NFB, for the boy, City of Lost Souls. You know this.]