Room 406, Late afternoon/early evening

Sunday afternoons were meant for being lazy and not accomplishing anything too important. Isabel is sprawled across her bed, because sitting? So not an option right now. Which is part of the reason she's in her room, bouncing in public is a bit embarrassing.

She's contemplating a selection of nail polish colors, trying to figure out which color she's in the mood for this week. Not that it really mattered, she could always change them easily enough, but it's still nice to sit and do something girly and perfectly normal.



[door's open for now]