Fifth floor common room [Sunday afternoon]

[rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com]

After she'd gone to church, Rilla came home, put Jims down for his nap and headed into the common room to make treats for Ken and Walter at the front.

Shortbread would last the long transit to France, and so would fudge--but she was making plenty in case snackers stopped by too.

[OOC: Open! Distract me from reading the news.]

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[seveninchmotto]

"Oh, even with both of them there can still always be a weakness to find."

She said it lightly like any other half joking, easy remark. But she actually felt that way. Years of training said so.

[flickofthewrist]

"Of course there is," Flick agreed because no one was perfect. "They're just harder to find if you're a multifaceted individual. One dimensional's gonna get you killed by the weakest of fighters."

[seveninchmotto]

"You sound like quite the expert."

Said a girl who'd been born to kill things.

"It's good that you've thought it through, I'd imagine."

[flickofthewrist]

He'd had to become an expert to survive. It was a skill he'd decided to hone because of that reason.

"I do my best." He shrugged. "And you don't sound like you're very against beating the crap out of someone either. Just a vibe I'm getting. Feel free to correct me, though."

[seveninchmotto]

"Hurting people is wrong," Isabelle told him quite solemnly. If not entirely convincingly because she couldn't be bothered. Although technically she could've stood by that statement since demons definitely didn't count as people to her. "I wouldn't know anything about that."

[flickofthewrist]

"Uh huh."

He didn't believe her.

"I guess that means you'll just have to continue to enjoy boring activities like walking around town and...painting your nails."

[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle wiggled her fingers – and her immaculately painted nails along with them – at him.

"There's nothing boring about painting my nails."

He had not seen her vanity table. Just finding everything you needed was an extreme sport.

[flickofthewrist]

Flick peered at her nails and then back up at her.

"Not bad." He'd seen Joi do her nails every once in awhile and she'd taken as much care as Isabelle seemed to take with her nails. He could appreciate good work.

Flick extended his own hand. There were no painted nails, there. Just callused hands and some scars near the wrist. "I can't say the same thing about my hands unfortunately."

[seveninchmotto]

There were faint silvery scars all over what little was visible of Isabelle's arms, and a black rune in the shape of an eye on the back of her hand. Whether Flick could see either of those, though, was anyone's guess. Fandom was fickle like that, Isabelle was learning.

She inspected his hand with a look, then shrugged her shoulders again. "It's a girl thing, anyway," she said. "You'll never be as pretty, hands or otherwise."

[flickofthewrist]

"Says you."

Hey, he'd been told he was overly pretty a time or two before. He'd ignored those comments because it made him feel weak and he didn't want to be known for that but the comments had definitely been made.

"Cool tattoo," he said after he'd pulled his hand back. The scars were familiar but the tattoo looking thing wasn't. "Intricate work."

[seveninchmotto]

Technically it wasn't even a tattoo, but Isabelle was not going to point that out.

She flexed her fingers and let her gaze sweep idly over the back of her hand. She was getting less surprised with people being able to see past the glamour. Fandom was weird, these things happened. "Thanks. It's a cultural thing."

[flickofthewrist]

"Ah." Flick nodded and didn't ask for elaboration. "Well, good work nonetheless."

Not that he was an expert. "I can still be pretty."

Because he could.

[seveninchmotto]

"Not as pretty as me."

Sorry, that was just a fact.

[flickofthewrist]

"Eye of the beholder," he replied, amused. "We'll have to have a competition one day."

He figured she'd win any ridiculous competition but he wasn't going to give her the satisfaction of admitting that.

"For now, it's word against word."

[seveninchmotto]

"That's what you think," Isabelle retorted, but she covered that with a little smirk so she didn't seem as smug as she was. "But I'm fine letting you have your little delusions."

[flickofthewrist]

Flick laughed and shook his head. They'd go around in circles with this if he kept it going but he was too smart for that.

Instead, he took another cookie and headed back to the sofas to sit down. They could both be pretty and delusional right now.

[seveninchmotto]

Except Isabelle was just pretty, not delusional. At least, that was her take on things.

But she let him go, and went back to eating what Rilla had on offer. Her attention span was pretty short.