izzyalienqueen ([personal profile] izzyalienqueen) wrote2007-04-15 03:37 pm

Room 406, late afternoon

Isabel wasn't certain what time she finally got home after prom night. All she knew was it was late and she was exhausted from dancing and excitement.

It was after twelve when she finally woke up, and much later when she finally got off the phone with her mother. Diane Evans had enjoyed hearing all the details about prom, and now that she finally knew the truth about her daughter, she liked hearing stories about her friends.

After finally hanging up the phone, Isabel opened the door to her room and stretched out on her bed to read, stopping occasionally to smile at the tiara on her desk.

[ooc: Door and post are open.]

[identity profile] minialienlabrat.livejournal.com 2007-04-16 01:02 am (UTC)(link)
His paper clip floated after in a much more erratic pattern, bouncing slightly. "Yay!!"

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2007-04-16 01:05 am (UTC)(link)
"You're very good at this," Isabel laughed. "Next thing you know, you'll be turning your daddy's hair blue for him."

[identity profile] minialienlabrat.livejournal.com 2007-04-16 01:29 am (UTC)(link)
"Daddy doesn't like blue hair," Josh said very seriously. "He says tha's something mean meerkitties do to people."

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2007-04-16 01:59 am (UTC)(link)
"Of course," she said. "I bet you like Stickbugs though."

[identity profile] minialienlabrat.livejournal.com 2007-04-16 02:02 am (UTC)(link)
"Stickbugs forever!" Josh exclaimed, flinging up his arms.

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2007-04-16 02:18 am (UTC)(link)
Which just invited tickling of course.

[identity profile] minialienlabrat.livejournal.com 2007-04-16 02:25 am (UTC)(link)
Which, naturally, meant insane giggling.