Third Floor Common Room, Thursday Morning

[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle was pretty much back to her usual strength and health by now. The scarring at her throat had almost entirely blended into her skin, and in a few more days it would be entirely gone. So, physically, she was feeling pretty good.

But the inside of her head was a slightly different story. So she was dealing with it by getting breakfast delivered from J,GoB. She... had not asked for as many boxes of all manner of glazed donuts as they delivered, but she couldn't say she exactly minded it a whole lot. She was feeling charitable enough to share.

She opened one of the boxes on the counter and peered at the selection. Picking one might actually take a while.

[oo: Open common room! Come mod your donuts.]

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[flickofthewrist]

"I would have admitted that without you thinking you were tricking me," he said, snickering at her. "Baby, you're special to me. Anything else I do or anyone else I might talk to, in a platonic manner -- "

Just made sure to add that in so she wouldn't get mad.

" -- would be inferior."

[seveninchmotto]

"Yes, but you were just calling me boring," she pointed out, giving his fingers a squeeze. "Had to get the good stuff out of you, baby."

[flickofthewrist]

"Boring you is still miles better than anything else," he told her, smiling.

[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle smiled back at him. Winningly. "I know." Had he expected the answer to be anything else? Because it wasn't going to be. "Thank you for noticing."

[flickofthewrist]

"You're so damn cocky," he laughed, shaking his head. "Good thing I like that in a woman."

Or he liked that in her.

[seveninchmotto]

"In any woman?"

Had to ask. Had to. It was imperative.

[flickofthewrist]

"Possibly."

No, it was just her.

"Or maybe it's just you."

[seveninchmotto]

"Mm, maybe it's just me." She leaned in and kissed him on the cheek again. "You want to come back to my room with me?"

Also, the lean was good for whispering.

"Just because you're coming over tonight ––" So yes, he was doing that. "–– doesn't mean you shouldn't also come over this morning."

[flickofthewrist]

"Mmm yes, I'd like to go back to your room with you," he whispered back, nodding. "I'll come over this morning and I'll come over tonight too."

[seveninchmotto]

"Good." She nuzzled his cheek. "Turn off the TV, baby, and we'll go."

She'd take one of the donut boxes, and leave the rest for anyone else who happened to come by.

[flickofthewrist]

"You got it," he said, grabbing the remote with his free hand and switching off the television. "Let's go."

[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle was already tugging him up, and back towards the counter for the donuts.

Guess letting go of his hand wasn't on the menu.

[flickofthewrist]

"I got the donuts," he told her, reaching to pick a box up with his free hand. "You want just one box or more than one?"

[seveninchmotto]

"Just one," she said. "But get one of the unopened ones."

For the maximum number of donuts.

[flickofthewrist]

Flick plucked one of the unopened boxes up and nodded.

"Got it," he said, holding up said box. "Let's go. Lead the way."

[seveninchmotto]

"My hero."

She snickered, then began to pull him towards the door. They could enjoy the rest of their breakfast in private.

[flickofthewrist]

Flick laughed as she tugged him along, donuts in hand.

Privacy would be good. Privacy would be very very good.