Room 406, Late Friday Night

[izzyalienqueen]

After the music festival, Isabel returned to her room, settled Greg onto his pillow and disappeared into the bathroom to take a shower. Twenty minutes later, dressed in a camisole and boxers, she came out and climbed into bed. She rolled onto her side facing Greg and propped her head up on her hand. "So that was interesting. I hope you had fun."

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[like-a-sponge.livejournal.com]

Greg nodded, and then mimicked how he had rolled into a ball earlier and gave a wee scowl.

He hadn't particularly enjoyed running into Braidyman.

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"There's a story isn't there?" Isabel asked, trying hard not to laugh. It was hard because indignant wee hedgehogs were very cute and funny. "You'll have to tell me when you have vocal cords again."

[like-a-sponge.livejournal.com]

Greg looked sad. He rather missed the power of speech.

Which he tried to tell her, but it came out as a series of squeaks.

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Awww..." she said sadly. "Frustrating isn't it? I'm promise, I'm sure it's only going to be another few days at most." Reaching out she carefully scratched at Greg's head. "Does this feel good at least? Or is it annoying?"

[like-a-sponge.livejournal.com]

Greg almost purred.

Not that hedgehogs can purr. But it was a happy noise.

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Good to know. I'll make sure to do it more often," Isabel smiled and then yawned. "Sorry," she apologized. "Sleepy."

[like-a-sponge.livejournal.com]

Greg looked sternly at her and then at her pillow.

Yes, even as a hedgehog, he was telling her to go to sleep.

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Sounds like a plan," she smiled, sliding down to rest her head on the pillow. Isabel touched her finger to her lips, then touched his nose. "Good night."