izzyalienqueen ([personal profile] izzyalienqueen) wrote2006-08-21 07:40 pm
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Room 406, Monday Evening

After baking, Isabel had taken a long walk around the island, eventually winding up at the small, secluded beach she and Greg had picnicked at. It was nice to remember happy times and not have to worry about facing anyone that would ask questions about last night's radio. When it started to get dark she returned to the school, collected her cheesecake from the classroom fridge, and returned to her room.

The cheesecake's in the mini-fridge, Isabel is contemplating nail polish colors, and the door is mostly open.

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2006-08-22 03:06 am (UTC)(link)
"Ask me again in a few days, I might actually take you up on it," Isabel said with a weak smile.

[identity profile] chasingsnitches.livejournal.com 2006-08-22 03:08 am (UTC)(link)
"All right," he says, getting to his feet, still holding the plate. "I should go and make sure my room is still where I left it."

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2006-08-22 03:16 am (UTC)(link)
"Because we have such a problem with rooms fleeing," Isabel chuckled. "Thanks for visiting!"

[identity profile] chasingsnitches.livejournal.com 2006-08-22 03:17 am (UTC)(link)
"You're welcome," he says and sets the plate down. "Thank you for letting me talk with you. Sleep well."

He nods, smiles and leaves quietly.