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Who: Allison Argent (driven) and Isaac Lahey (fugitive_but_great)
Where: Isaac and Scott's Room!
When: 9/1 - midddayish
Rating: PG-13ish?
Summary: Allison hurts herself when she's out and about. She goes to Scott and Isaac's room to see if they have any first-aid stuff before going down to the clinic and...well. Let's just say first-aid is not Isaac's forte. But he tries.
The Story:
[ ever since coming to wonderland, allison has tried to keep things as relatively normal as she can. she and lydia spend a lot of time together, go down to the vendors and the pool and just generally hang out. she sees scott and isaac and stiles on a semi-regular basis too, just trying to find things to spend their time doing when the entirety of wonderland isn't falling into chaos. but that also means starting up some kind of schedule for herself - like running in the mornings. if there's one thing about wonderland that she's picked up on, it's the need to be able to defend yourself. to fight back. and she needs to be in shape to do that.
so running has become a fairly normal thing for her. every day, if she can wake herself up to do it. just an hour or so around the grounds, usually in the first little bit of the forest. it reminds her of home, in a way, so she tries to keep to it. she's never had a problem with it if she didn't go too far inside, where it got dark and thick and semi-dangerous for running. usually she's pretty aware of that, and will avoid it and head back to the mansion. except for today, when she must have just gotten too distracted with something and she went a little too far in, where the brush got thick and the trees blocked out most of the sun and before she knew what was happening, a vine caught her foot and she was tumbling.
it's probably the adrenaline that keeps the pain dulled, and keeps allison from realizing just what she caught her hand on, but she gets up and brushes herself off and keeps running. she's not hurt, not that she can tell, so she'll get back out and head home because that was embarrassing. it's not until she gets closer to the mansion that she notices the blood in her hand, and all over her arm, and splattered along the left side of her clothes. from what she can tell, when she had tried to catch herself she'd ended up scraping her right arm on a branch of some kind, deep enough to leave a fairly decent gash, and blood everywhere. that, with all the other scrapes from the brush up her arms and legs...allison could only imagine what she looked like to everyone else. she needed to get this cleaned up, and she knew that for whatever reason she and lydia didn't have a first aid kit in their room.
which is why, a few minutes later, she's knocking on scott, isaac and stiles'. if anything, maybe they'd have an extra towel. something that she could just clean up with before heading down to the clinic - or maybe she wouldn't have to go at all. that would be ideal, but she also didn't know what the boys would have, and it's only after she's knocked that it sets in how bad of an idea this probably was.
if scott answered the door, he would freak. if stiles did...he would also freak, but more at the blood than her. maybe isaac would be home. she hoped it was isaac. ]
driven) and Isaac Lahey (fugitive_but_great)Where: Isaac and Scott's Room!
When: 9/1 - midddayish
Rating: PG-13ish?
Summary: Allison hurts herself when she's out and about. She goes to Scott and Isaac's room to see if they have any first-aid stuff before going down to the clinic and...well. Let's just say first-aid is not Isaac's forte. But he tries.
The Story:
[ ever since coming to wonderland, allison has tried to keep things as relatively normal as she can. she and lydia spend a lot of time together, go down to the vendors and the pool and just generally hang out. she sees scott and isaac and stiles on a semi-regular basis too, just trying to find things to spend their time doing when the entirety of wonderland isn't falling into chaos. but that also means starting up some kind of schedule for herself - like running in the mornings. if there's one thing about wonderland that she's picked up on, it's the need to be able to defend yourself. to fight back. and she needs to be in shape to do that.
so running has become a fairly normal thing for her. every day, if she can wake herself up to do it. just an hour or so around the grounds, usually in the first little bit of the forest. it reminds her of home, in a way, so she tries to keep to it. she's never had a problem with it if she didn't go too far inside, where it got dark and thick and semi-dangerous for running. usually she's pretty aware of that, and will avoid it and head back to the mansion. except for today, when she must have just gotten too distracted with something and she went a little too far in, where the brush got thick and the trees blocked out most of the sun and before she knew what was happening, a vine caught her foot and she was tumbling.
it's probably the adrenaline that keeps the pain dulled, and keeps allison from realizing just what she caught her hand on, but she gets up and brushes herself off and keeps running. she's not hurt, not that she can tell, so she'll get back out and head home because that was embarrassing. it's not until she gets closer to the mansion that she notices the blood in her hand, and all over her arm, and splattered along the left side of her clothes. from what she can tell, when she had tried to catch herself she'd ended up scraping her right arm on a branch of some kind, deep enough to leave a fairly decent gash, and blood everywhere. that, with all the other scrapes from the brush up her arms and legs...allison could only imagine what she looked like to everyone else. she needed to get this cleaned up, and she knew that for whatever reason she and lydia didn't have a first aid kit in their room.
which is why, a few minutes later, she's knocking on scott, isaac and stiles'. if anything, maybe they'd have an extra towel. something that she could just clean up with before heading down to the clinic - or maybe she wouldn't have to go at all. that would be ideal, but she also didn't know what the boys would have, and it's only after she's knocked that it sets in how bad of an idea this probably was.
if scott answered the door, he would freak. if stiles did...he would also freak, but more at the blood than her. maybe isaac would be home. she hoped it was isaac. ]
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He's not sulking. This isn't sulking. This is simply sitting on his pull out bed with Parker, the orange tabby he'd recently taken in. Kittens are like Ben and Jerry's for the soul. Not that he needs any ice cream, nor is he sulking, don't forget that. To be fair, he doesn't mind being alone that much, he's gotten used to it.
But he has Parker now, and said kitten is sprawled out on his back as Isaac smushes his tiny little jelly bean kitten toes between his fingers. Who needs friends when you've got kittens with kitty feet and ticklish kitty tummies -- No one, that's who. The knock at the door brings his attention from the feline and blue eyes fall on the door. Mentally he tries to will away Scott or Stiles if it is them. Also the creepy somewhat fairly attractive hobo that he still hasn't spoke to again since... Well, meeting him. Those three people are banned from knocking on the door. With a hum, he gives Parker another final toe squish before moving to stand.
He opens the door with a somewhat schooled look that almost looks like he's about to say something witty and snarky before it falls immediately. This is exactly the opposite of what he expected to see at his door and his face makes that clear as it drops to a somewhat spooked look. Blue eyes already following her injury across her arm before his gaze flickers to her own. ]
Uh. Scott's not here.
[ No, that came out wrong, he didn't mean it to sound like he didn't want to help her, he just- God damn it. He figures she'd go to Scott for help or something if someone were attacking her... Not... Him. He steps to the side opening the door to let her in if she still wants in. ]
I mean - I just meant - Can I help you?
[ Yes, sound like a customer service associate at Walmart staring at a customer that wants to take back a pair of jeans. Someone attacked her? Who? He'll tear their head off, Scott doesn't even need to be here. ]
Who did that?
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no. she won't make this awkward. it's only awkward if you make it so and she refuses to let that happen. instead, she'll just give isaac a very small smile, pressing her palm to her arm to keep it from bleeding even more than it already has. ]
Good. He'd probably freak out. [ ha ha, isn't that funny isaac because that's really funny to her. instead she'll just step on inside their room when isaac steps aside, eyes scaning the place to see if she could find a towel first thing. ] Do you guys have an extra towel? I just wanted to wash some of this off.
[ yes. the blood. all the blood because it probably kind of looks like it's everywhere with how she's been wiping her hands on her shorts and tank top, figuring if anything she'd just ask the closet for another running outfit. ] Or a first aid kit?
[ also, no. nope. that is a red flag right there because wow, embarrassing. ] No one. It's nothing. [ she turns back to face him, still holding her arm. ] Towel?
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He follows her with his eyes as she steps inside... Does he close the door? If he leaves it open it's an easy escape route if she decides to stab him or something... Commence teeth gritting because why did he let her in? Allison may not be trying to let it be awkward, but he certainly feels awkward. Even more awkward that now, in the normal non-whatever-the-fuck-that-was universe he's pretty sure Scott and Allison are together or something.
He closes the door and regrets the decision immediately as his hands fall to his sides, clenching into fists before relaxing, rinse and repeat. She's covered in blood, and it's all he can really smell, the nice relaxing scents of Scott and Stiles gone. Now filled with blood and something he's assuming is anxiety... ]
Y-Yeah, one sec'.
[ The taller teenager doesn't have to root through too much stuff before he's got a first aid kit. Stiles is human after all... Not like he or Scott need it. He doesn't know if she needs both, so he snags a fresh towel, what he's pretty sure is a clean shirt and the first aid.
He steps past her to nudge the orange ball of fluff off his bed with his foot and then kick his roll out bed back under Scott's. Does he take her pain? Is he allowed to take Scott's girlfriend's pain? Humans don't heal like werewolves, jesus, what if she dies or something? ] Allison? That's definitely not nothing. [ There's something sharper in his tone when he speaks again. ] Who did it?
[ The shirt he grabbed gets tossed on Scott's bed for her to sit on and not get her blood all over, then he nods to Scott's bed, as if asking her to sit down. Then as an afterthought he offers her the towel. They should get Scott, he feels like Scott should be here. This is a thing Scott should know about. ]
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and when isaac finds it and sets the shirt down on the bed, she only hesitates for a moment before she sits down. she doesn't want to talk about this. really doesn't. ] It just scraped a vein, it's not even that bad. It just won't stop bleeding.
[ which is why she needs the bandage, and to clean this off so it looks less like she went on a murderous rampage and more like she actually just fell and scraped herself off. isaac's tone makes her face harden a little, because if this is a battle of wills... ] No one did anything.
Thanks. [ she takes the towel from him, then. starts to clean off as much of the dried blood as she can - which is a little difficult, since it's dried, and she probably should have asked for a wet one but figures it'd probably be more effort than it's worth. instead, she just rubs down her arm, where the scrape actually it, and winces. okay, so apparently it's a little worse and a little more tender than she thought, but that's okay. she just needs to clean it off. ]
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Sort of looks really bad to me, actually. Also it sort of really looks like someone did something.
[ Hello sarcastic tone, did you miss that Allison? Because sarcasm is a thing that is happening. Cornflower blue eyes find hers for a moment, as if there's something written in her eyes that she's not saying. ]
Why aren't you telling me? I can get Scott, do you want me to call him?
[ There's a hint of agitation and worry in his tone, has he done something wrong? He knows they're not really great friends but, she trusts him right? The latter question isn't a threat, he genuinely feels like Scott should be present for his freaking girlfriend bleeding out. His mouth hangs open like he has more to say as he watches her try to clean the blood off, which, yeah that's not working.
Then she winces and that sets so many red flags off in his head. ]
Here, stop.
[ The first aid kit is placed down by her lap and suddenly he's down on her level, kneeling. Gently his hand finds her free one. And then looking anywhere but at her seems to be far more important as his thin fingers wrap around her wrist. It's not a lot of pain, but it's enough that he can feel it as the black ribbons connect them and travel up his arm to disappear under his shirt.
When he finally lets go of her, he knows most of the pain should be gone for a while. His mouth is suddenly dry and before he can even think, he's reaching to take the towel from her. He'll definitely wet it because he should have done that when he got it, he didn't even think.
There's worry etched in the way his eyes watch her and the way his lips quirk downward, but he tries not to let it show, instead he scoops up the kitten that had wondered over to his bare foot and places it on his shoulder as if it were actually in fact a parrot and not a kitten. Then he's standing and moving all too quickly for the bathroom because was that punch worthy he took her pain and she's in their room and he isn't calling Scott.
Unfortunately, wetting a towel doesn't take that long, and he's back before he can even try to sort through his jumbled thoughts, especially the ones that he definitely shouldn't be having for Scott's girlfriend. It smells so much like blood and should she be bleeding that much? He offers her the now dampened towel. She certainly doesn't want him to do that, does she? ]
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[ and it's the truth. she was the only one that would be considered as 'doing something' and even then that something would be falling and looking like a complete idiot. no, she'll just be stubborn because it's easier. if isaac wants to question her about it, he can, but she'll just keep telling him the same thing. but then she hears that sarcasm and she just kind of looks at him, stares right into his eyes for a moment or two, before shaking her head. ]
Seriously it's not that bad. Don't get Scott- I just needed help cleaning this off.
[ and maybe she starts rubbing at her arm a little harder, despite the pain and the fact it's just making her skin red. she doesn't need scott. she doesn't need anyone because it's not that bad, and if she can just get some of this dried blood off she can go and wash it in the sink and wrap it up herself. but it does hurt, and she does wince, and then isaac is telling her to stop and- ]
No, really, it's- [ but there he is. he's kneeling in front of her and is at eye level and when she feels his hand move to her free one and wrap around her wrist, she doesn't pull away. she's not really sure what he's doing, or why, but she doesn't feel threatened by him in any way. trusts him enough at this point to just...let him do whatever it is he's planning.
that's when she sees the ribbons, the veins in his arm, and her eyes follow them from where he's holding her wrist, up his arm and finally to his face. she's confused, not sure what exactly is happening, but then she feels it. or the lack of it, really, because it feels like her arm is going a little numb, which she soon recognizes as a lack of pain more than a lack of feeling. her eyes follow him when he lets go of her, when he takes the towel and stands and before she even realizes what she's doing, she's reaching out to grab his arm.
she wants to ask him what that was, why he did that, but before she can get it out their eyes meet and she suddenly feels really awkward. so much more like she's interrupting something that before, and she lets go. turns to somewhere else in the room because she doesn't really want to meet his eyes again. seeing that look on his face made all of this suddenly seem...what. different? different in that she almost feels guilty, and she's not really sure why.
instead, she keeps herself busy with staring at the things in their room. the little trinkets and posters and just piles of things in the corners of the room because it is a group of boys living her. it's going to be anything but clean. the distraction is enough to keep her steady when she looks back at isaac when he returns, just up and then back because he's offering her the towel. the damp towel. which is what she probably could have stood up and gotten herself but she didn't and isaac did. her voice is a little bit smaller than it had been before when she thanks him and takes the towel back, pressing it to the small gash first without even tensing up. ]
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Allison has done nothing but surprise him today, when she grabbed his arm, well it had spooked him a bit but now that he's back, seeing her injured, it's all he can really focus on. He almost regrets handing her the towel back because watching her press it to the injuries seemingly so careless, it makes him anxious. ]
I wanted to thank you, by the way, for uh. For before. When I first got here.
[ He's glad about many things, like how she helped him when he got here, that she seems to trust him, that she didn't ask about the pain thing, about why. Of course he'd take away her pain. She's... Well she's the person Scott is in love with and he's fairly certain the person he was in love with in some weird alternate... whatever... They're friends, and he owes her whatever he can do.
His gaze scans her arm again before he's down at her level again. His hand moves to her arm. No one ever really thanks him, or apologizes to him; when someone does, well it hits him hard... and she's done both now. The teenager grinds his teeth again, keeping his touch on her feather light. ]
I don't know how to help. [ It's admitted, but he obviously wants to help. Hesitant fingers tilt her arm so he can see the injury better, it's a ghost of a touch. He wishes he could do more than take her pain away, he feels useless not being able to do anything useful other than take her pain. ] What can I do?
[ She had helped him when he first got here, even before that when they were being harassed by Ethan and Aiden. They're friends, that, he's sure of. He's also sure he'd protect her with his life. Someone could be firing guns at them and he'd cover her. She's clever and resourceful and badass and beautiful and he definitely should not be thinking that.
It makes him wonder though, should he bring up the elephant in the room that he's even been avoiding with Scott? They were all together, they were all happy, and perfect. But now, now they're not, and Allison and Scott have each other and Isaac can't complain about that. If they're happy, he's happy. He'll keep repeating that to himself.
It's easy to think like that in some respects. Matt and his friendship ended so easily, and really for the longest time the only person Isaac had was his father. ]
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but then isaac is thanking her and allison just kind of stops. she stops because she's not really sure what he's thanking her for, seeing as she hadn't really done anything. she talked to him until scott got there, sure. had tried to calm him down while he was freaking out. her eyes lift back up to him but this time in confusion, before she shakes her head. ] It's fine. I'm glad I could help. [ she's not sure if she's supposed to smile at him, or if that would even be appropriate. so instead she just ends up holding eye contact for another moment or two until she's looking back to her arm.
and he's there. again. and she doesn't mind the touch. she should probably be jerking away from him, proving to herself and him that she doesn't need any help, but his touch is so light that she doesn't really see the need. all she really sees is that quiet isaac after the closet, when scott had opened the door and pulled isaac off her and he'd calmed down. he wasn't quite as vulnerable, but it was similar. it was still that lost kind of look, despite his best intentions, and all she feels is patient. he wants to help, that much is obvious, but there's not really all that much he can do. he's already done...whatever that thing had done, to stop the pain, and that was more than allison was expecting.
her arm turns with his guiding, her other hand pulling back on the towel so he really can see it. she's not really sure why he'd want to, but he does. for a few moments she's just quiet, trying to decide what she should do. but then she remembers the first aid kit he brought over, sitting on the bed next to her. ]
You can help me bandage this. [ the look she's giving him is honest. just a simple here's an idea if you really want to help. she can't, honestly, do it all by herself. she'd need another couple of arms for that, and it's her dominant one that needs the bandages. there's still that hanging tension of scott and what had happened in this room not that long ago, but allison can compartmentalize. she can look at this and think he's just helping me bandage my arm. that's it. when isaac looks back up at her, she motions to the first aid kit with a tilt of her head. ] If you want.
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I've uh, I've never... [ He's wiped blood off his own injuries before. He's iced things, but his dad was extremes... Either it was a black eye and a bruised rib, nothing too bad... Or it was a split lip, a broken arm, a concussion and god knows what else. Either it wasn't bad enough to be dressed or it was so bad he'd find himself collapsing in the entrance of the hospital. Though that didn't happen too often.. well... It could have happened a lot more.
Regardless of his concerns he pops the thing open... A frown finds his face as he stares at it all like it's some sort of alien ware. But reading, he can do that. The teenager chuffs at the instructions booklet, because wow, who needs instructions he can figure this out. Real men don't ask for directions, especially not in front of beautiful females they may or may not be enamored by. ]
Yeah, sure.
[ The werewolf breathes out a puff of air, cheeks puffing up like a chipmunk's as he does. He brings a packet labeled "antiseptic wipe" up to his nose to sniff at it. Immediately he jerks it away from his nose with a disgruntled noise as the scent of alcohol burns its way up his nose and what feels like through his brain.
Isaac turns to look at her, giving her a look that says "that did not just happen, you didn't see it." The curly haired teenager rips the top off then he holds the offending packet out to her. Okay that was step one, and that's all Isaac knows because he remembers learning about it in health before his attention was drawn away to the creepy dummies in the class room. ]
It's still bleeding isn't it?
[ He doesn't have to ask that, he'd just been staring at it, and he can smell fresh blood. Which to be honest, with all the weird mood scents, and now the alcohol and sterile scents from the first aid kit, it's giving him a headache. ]
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It's not hard. Just grab the- [ but he's already got the kit open, and seemed to be looking around inside for the right supplies, so she quiets down. if he looks like he's stalling, she'll point him in the right direction to help him out, but until then she'll just let him figure it out. the last thing she needs is to make him feel like...well. that she could do it on her own, which she technically could, but still.
allison can't help but snort a little at his response to sniffing the wipes, though, leaving just a hint of a smile when he turns to look at her. uh-huh, yeah okay isaac. she didn't see anything. she thanks him for the wipe and switches the towel over to the hand on her wounded arm, using her teeth to hold the aluminum packet while she pulls out the wipe and cleans around the wound. it's not too deep, so she can wipe right over the small gash with only a hiss, before folding the wipe up and sticking it under her leg. she finds a clean corner of the towel and folds it over before putting it back on the wound.
she doesn't answer his question about if it's still bleeding, that much fairly obvious when she had cleaned it. instead, she just stares at her arm for a moment to see if it's still bleeding as bad as before - which it isn't, judging by how slowly it's taking for the blood to seep through the material of the cloth, before she looks up at him. ] Can you get me the gauze?
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They're friends... He thinks. Since Scott is his best friend, that means they've got to have some sort of common alliance, right? He's sure he'd protect her, try to help her if he could, if it came down to it. He's got so many feelings, memories, thoughts towards her, that he didn't have when he got here, and for some uncomfortable reason he can still see the thought process of them all: why he thought she was funny, beautiful, amazing... It's the same for Scott... To be honest, it's slightly disconcerting, especially how he wonders if she is in the same boat.
They're supposed to be friends... Thinking about this stuff, it's just making things awkward, probably for them both. And just as he starts to feel himself tensing up, wanting to find a safe place, from all this, from the thoughts, she's speaking again. It jars him from his thoughts immediately. ]
Yeah. I can.
[ He filters through the kit again, before grabbing what he's guessing is gauze. He doesn't know what he's doing, he's pretty sure that's abundantly clear as well. But he wants to be useful... He knows she can take care of herself, she's proven that at least once...
So he may not have any idea really how to help, he knows how to do one thing. ] Who did this to you?
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but instead, he's back to rifling through the first aid kit, and her eyes are back on her arm. it's not too bad, really, but she thinks about having to go down to the clinic and explain what happened and- ]
Actually, grab a couple. [ she might as well wrap it for the night. she can deal with getting a new bandage for it later, but she wants to make sure none of the blood seeps through. it's at his question that she tenses again, mostly out of some irrational fear that he'd read her mind. that thought was immediately pushed away as she sighs, looking back up at him with as honest an expression she can manage. ]
No one did this to me. [ and then her shoulder slump, her eyes fall back to her arm because she's embarrassed, but this has gone on for too long. ] I tripped when I was running, okay? Fell on a branch and just...landed wrong. [ there are lines in her forehead and a downturn to her lips, but that's at herself more than anything else. she'd been careless and stupid and if she'd just paid attention then none of this would have happened, and she wouldn't be this tense and worried that isaac was going to laugh at her. ]
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And that.... Was not what he was expecting to hear.
Isaac falls deathly silent when she admits that she hurt herself. It wasn't anyone, she fell, she hurt herself. A breath he wasn't aware he was holding escapes him in a sigh. Then a smile finds his face -- not one of his usual snarky grins, nor is it a flirty smile -- a genuine smile, a relieved friend. She's going to be okay, no one is trying to kill her or even hurt her.
He's not going to laugh at her, her getting injured isn't funny, and he's not entirely sure Scott won't pop out of no where and punch him in the face for laughing at her. But seeing as he may or may not have some weird feelings he's not addressing for her, he's not going to be rude to her.
His free hand finds her wrist again to rub his thumb over her pulse point. It's a reassuring gesture and it's matched with a lazy shrug. ]
You're okay. I'm guessing you'd be real happy if I didn't tell anyone? [ There's something playful in his tone as he references her previous words in the closet back at her. An arched eyebrow hitches up slightly before he nods back to the hand with the gauze. ] That, [ He tilts his head back slightly, a smug look painted across his face. ] means I might ask for a favour later.
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oh.
allison's cheeks turn a little red when she confesses what happened, staring down at her arm because she doesn't want to see isaac laugh at her. it's not until a few moments later when she doesn't hear the sound of laughter that she looks up and sees him. sees him smiling. and it's not the kind of smile she was expecting, because where she was expecting some kind of snark, or laughter, or just basically anything that would tell her he was making fun of her, she doesn't get any of it. instead he's just smiling, a nice kind of smile that makes her give him a small smile back, relax a little.
the gesture helps as well, and allison just kind of sits there and gives isaac back a small smile when he speaks, laughing a little at herself- in the good way. ] That'd be great, actually. [ and then there's something in his eyes, the smug look returning just as allison expected, but she's got a better hold of the situation now and rather than trying to defend herself, she just lifts an eyebrow at him. ] Might?
[ she's holding onto a fairly playful smile at that, but eventually nods. ]
Okay. As long as it's reasonable, it's only fair.
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[ For a moment, he just grins at her, enjoying the general attention and friendship. He's not really worrying about Stiles and Scott anymore, and that's surprising. Leave it to Allison to get him out of a sulk.
He sniffs softly before he places the gauze on her lap. The fingers that had been brushing over her skin lightly tug her arm his way. He's not going to tease or attack her, nah, he's just gonna continue being amused. ] Well, I'm not a complete asshole, so it's just might. Unless you want me to hold you to a favour, I can do that too. [ God only knows what he might ask for later. ]
Um...
[ Isaac's tongue pokes out to wet his lips before he presses them together, obviously thinking about something again. ] So, uh, how do I do this whole... Making sure you don't bleed out. [ As he speaks his hand finds hers to gently pull the towel away from her arm. It doesn't cross his mind that she can probably do this herself; the teenager wants to help, to be useful somehow.
Really a lot could be said about a hunter that could kick his ass blindfolded yet still gets her own ass handed to her by a bush. But... He doesn't. She better remember this next time he does something undoubtedly stupid. ]
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[ it's hard to think of anything exceptionally bad he'd ask her to do, so she doesn't worry too much about about owing him a favor. not when they're sitting there smiling and laughing at each other. she doesn't even notice when he pulls her arm towards him, running his fingers over the skin. it feels natural to her, which might be strange when (if) she thinks back on it, but she doesn't. instead, she shifts to face him a little more, letting him pull the towel away. she looks down at the scrape - not as bad as it looked before - before looking back to him. ]
Stack the gauze over it. [ her tone is light, guiding rather than commanding. if he wants to help it'll be easier to just let him do it, and she can let him know what to do as they go along. it's easier to focus on this anyway, than the bush and the way his smile might have tightened something in her chest, fluttered something in her stomach. ] And push down- it's not bleeding too much, but pressure will help it stop. There should be some kind of tape in there- [ she motions to the first aid kit with a tilt to her head. ] And you'll just wrap it around it.
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[ He does as she instructs, only pausing to wipe up some blood with the towel. Apply, press down, tape. When he's done he pulls back with a sigh of relief as if he'd been the one worried for his own health. Never ever make him do that again, Allison. He'll definitely be thinking back on all of this... The shared looks, the smiles, the pace of the thud thud thud of her heart. He wishes he could just record it all in his head. ] Good as new.
[ With a somewhat goofy grin he pats her knee before moving to sort everything back into the first aid kit. Is she going to leave? Does he want her to? Would she hang out with him? Does she want to? Should he ask? What if she says no? There's a moment where he pauses just to stare at her, while a million questions are passing through his head. When he realizes he's kind of over thinking asking her to hang out, he swallows hard and closes the kit. ]
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Oh thank god, doctor. I was so worried. That bear- he was huge. [ the laughter hangs in the air for a few moments as she watches him bandage up her arm, just to make sure it'll stay. he's not doing too bad of a job, to be honest, so she just lets him hold her arm as he gets the tape and start applying that as well. there might be a slight tint to her cheeks when he mentions being able to kick his ass, but the smile is a little more confident. ]
Yeah, but it wouldn't be my dominant hand. And I wouldn't be able to use my bow. [ she's not denying the fact she probably could do some damage with just one arm, but kick his ass? only maybe. not that she's going to say that, and instead just holds the smirk as her eyes move back down to her arm, watching him tape across the gauze. when he's done she gives him another thankful smile before pulling her arm back, bending it at the elbow and moving it around as if just to prove his point. ]
Not bad for someone who didn't know what he was doing.
[ she's kidding, of course, and when he pats her knee and turns to the first aid kit, her eyes kind of follow him. she moves her arm a few more times before setting her hand over the bandage, just to check that it's all in place is nothing is too loose, before dropping her hands to her lap. now that she's bandaged up she knows she should probably leave, that isaac probably doesn't want her hanging around his room for any longer than necessary, but she doesn't...really want to. so rather than just staring after him, her eyes move around the room, try and find something to bring up for conversation. ]
It's the three of you living in here, right? Since Stiles is back.
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[ He smiles, a smug look, seeming to actually enjoy conversing with her. She's a lot easier to talk to than he expected... It's easy to see why Scott's in love with her. ] Hmmm. Yeah, I guess if you or Stiles ever get hurt I know what to do now. [ He tilts his head for a moment. ] Let's just hope I don't have to. [ Especially Stiles, he can't even imagine how annoying of a patient he is.
When Isaac has noticed she's not really going anywhere he leans back to sit on the floor, turning so he's not facing her anymore but can see her from the side. ] Yeah. Scott asked me to live with him... [ It was a little weird to be honest... Last time Isaac asked to live with Scott... But he's not complaining... It was a huge leap up from living with Derek. ] You live like... across the hall, right? With Lydia? [ What's that like? It's a mystery to him what girls actually do at sleepovers so constantly having one...? ] I've - uh - seen you around like... running and stuff... [ Wow, way to sound like a creeper Isaac. ]
You guys should come to the game room more often.
[ He plays enough video games, watches enough movies and oh - the comics... Actually maybe she shouldn't... He's sort of a loser. ]
I mean if you wanted to.
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Maybe not, but it's hard to grip a dagger when my arm's torn up like this. [ her smile is still teasing, as is her tone, and the fact he's just laughing along keeps her at ease. rather than in the closet, when she hadn't been sure if he really still hated her or not. at this point, she's just glad they can sit in a room together.
the idea of isaac patching stiles up makes her laugh again, this one a little louder. ] Stiles might freak out more if you offerred to help than anything. [ the let's just hope turns her eyes back to him, and allison wonders if he's talking about her. part of her almost wants to stand, to get that height over him when she says I don't really plan on the again but something in her says it's probably not a good idea.
they're getting along. she's got no reason to leave just yet.
though the idea of isaac living with scott almost makes her smile, just because imaging the three of them in this one room is...well. it makes her think of a summer camp, almost. definitely the mess. but then he's asking her about where she lives, and allison nods. ] Yeah. Lydia and I are across the hall.
[ it didn't even occur to her that isaac wouldn't have known that. not until he started explaining himself, and that definitely makes her laugh a little. and stuff? isaac please. though the mention of the game room has her turning to look at him, a little surprised but not all together against the idea. ]
Is that where you guys hang out? [ for a brief moment there she recognizes the room as stiles and erica's game room, but erica's gone now, so allison pushes it away. ] Sure.
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Yeah, he doesn't like me very much. [ The admittance doesn't seem to hold any anger or hurt, but the slight shift of his shoulders, how they curl into himself slightly, and the way his chin lowers a fraction of an inch... It does bother him. He comes between him and Scott -- Isaac gets that. It really wasn't his intention to put strain on their relationship, it's just hard to help how you feel, especially with someone like Scott. He can honestly understand why Stiles dislikes him though, aside from the whole Scott thing (which he understands too), if he could, he'd change everything about himself in an instant. ] Maybe I'll offer to help him with whatever weird project he starts up next to see his face.
[ He doesn't want anyone else to get hurt, but that's just who he is, if he could, he'd take an idyllic world with no one getting hurt, and no one dying over what they have.
Then she agrees to hang out with them and he looks up at her, head tilting to the side like a curious child. ] Really? Yeah, we watch movies and play video games and stuff... I mean, I'm sure if there's something you guys wanna watch, we could -- not the Notebook though.
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I don't think he doesn't like you. [ really, the only person that allison can imagine stiles hating would be derek. or jackson. he might not act like he's isaac's best friend, but she still feels like she should say something about it. stiles has that...tendency to really act like a jerk sometimes. even if she can understand why. it's not like he means anything by it. ] I think it's more you freak him out. It was just him and Scott for a really long time there.
[ suddenly allison realizes how out of place that might sound, and her eyes drop to her lap. she's never really had that - someone who was around for that long. someone she could always depend on being around. no one outside of her family, and we all know how well that went. but then she does laugh a little, under her breath. ] His face might be worth it.
[ she looks up at his really, smiling a little because uh, yeah before the sarcasm drops a little at his expression. he seems...actually surprised. ] Yeah. I'm really bad at video games, though, except for stuff like Mario Kart. [ one of her many phases, don't ask her. and then a snort, because oh god the notebook. ] That's more Lydia's movie, anyway, so that's fine for me. I've seen it enough times to last me a lifetime.
[ thanks best friend. ]
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Grey's anatomy... Another show he really cannot watch. If he's not being squicked out by blood and guts and gross noises that accompany said blood and guts, it's boring storyline. The storyline is bad and that is his story, he's sticking to it. ] But dude, I love Mario Kart. [ So many dumb hours spent playing that game and also so many more spent listening to dumb songs about it. Racing games have always been his jam though. ] Though you're gonna have to deal with - [ With a soft hum he scoops Parker up only to place him on her lap. ] One of the only kittens in existence that is okay with werewolves.
[ To be fair, Isaac is pretty sure Allison is one of the only werewolf hunters that is okay with werewolves. Was that a ploy to get her to stay longer? Maybe. He's not gonna say it was, but he's not gonna say it wasn't. Isaac isn't dumb, he knows she has no reason to stay longer than to get patched up and say thanks... Which both of those things have happened. He's definitely not going to ask her outright to stay longer... He already feels like he's doing something wrong talking to her and actually enjoying it. Is this a betrayal to Scott?
It feels like he's sneaking cookies out of a cookie jar and hoping Scott doesn't see... The same way he'd felt when she'd grabbed his hand to show him how to work the motorcycle. It was both thrilling and terrifying because he actually thinks she's interesting and fun to be around... But the Bro Code... He's breaking it majorly by hanging out with her... But Scott hangs out with her too... ]
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[ the laugh morphs into something of a shy smile at the mention of mario kart, though. she wonders if it matters that she's not really all that good at the game. there's just something about the nostalgia factor that she likes. after a second, it's suddenly more challenging. she can talk it up, at least. make it seem like she knows more than she really does. ] As long as I get Toad, we'll be fine.
[ but suddenly there's a cat, and allison hadn't been paying enough attention to parker- her eyes on isaac instead. so when he moves and sets parker in. Her laugh, she ends up laughing again, her hands immediately going to pet him. it is a little strange that parker is so okay with everyone, but he's cute, and small, and allison's heart grows a little when he bats his little orange head against her fingers. ] I think I can deal with that. [ her eyes lift to isaac for a moment, the smile still there, before her attention is back on parker. kittens tend to have that special ability, after all. ]
Where did you find him, anyway? [ some part of allison might know that she should probably get going. she needs to shower and lydia is probably wondering where she is, and she's definitely still sitting on scott's bed without Scott actually being here, and something tells her that if scott walks in and smells her around his room, she'll have more than just a little explaining to do, but it's not like she can just leave. not when parker decides right then to curl up in the crooks between her knees on his back. it's like he knows she needs that's little extra push to stick around.
and how to do you say no to a kitten? ]
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[ Her reaction to Parker is one that garners amusement from Isaac as he shifts so that he's cross legged in front of her, looking up as he talks. ] Look, he likes you. [ The words are spoken around a fond grin as if this is one of the nicest outcomes he could have ever expected. ] The only person he bothers is Scott. But that's just because Scott tries to play with him and pet him at the same time. [ He doubts Parker even dislikes Scott - it's just a matter of mis-communication and probably possessiveness on both of their parts. ]
Cecil - the guy with the uh, really nice voice? - found 'em and I was curious if any of them would like me... The dogs and the cats at Deaton's make a fuss when I'm around but he doesn't seem to care at all... I wonder if he was dropped on his head or something. [ He pause, as if he's unsure about talking so much. ] I'd get a dog but it's weird having something so... similar...
[ Isaac pokes his tongue out to wet his lips as his attention flickers around the room. It smells like her, and blood, her blood... Maybe he'll throw the cat in the bathroom and open the door to air it out once she leaves. The thought brings baby blues back to her arm, like he is trying to will it to have his healing factor. He doesn't want anyone to really hurt, especially not her or Scott or any of his friends. What he wouldn't give for an idyllic peaceful world where no one's interests clashed.
Resist the kitten and the baby blues? Good luck. ]
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so that smile turns into a grin when he mentions mario kart. ] Uh, yeah. Toad's the best.
[ but kitten and allison's grinning again, scratching parker around his neck and under his chin and feeling him purr up against her finger tips. part of her wonders why the whole cat and dog thing hasn't applied to them, but she's so fixated on parker that she doesn't think to ask. she's still smiling when her eyes lift back up, finding isaac looking at her with a soft smile and talking about how scott doesn't know how to treat a cat and she laughs a little. ]
I'm sure Scott will win him over. He does that a lot. [ she nods a little when isaac mentions cecil, though, because she's seen him on the network. hasn't really interacted with him, but she's seen him around. she seems to have missed when he was giving out animals, though, thinking about whether or not lydia would have liked to get one. parker just curls around her hand, swatting a bit at her fingers and she just keeps playing with him as they talk. ] A dog would be a little more time consuming to take care of. And I'd be worried about the events, them getting out. Cats usually like to stick to a certain place.
[ she's playing with parker for a moment before she realizes isaac isn't saying anything else, and she looks up just in time to see his eyes on her arm. looking at her bandage. her eyes move from her own arm back to him with her eyebrows raised, in slight amusement. ] It really doesn't hurt, you know.
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He's actually kinda glad Stiles and Scott had decided on some super best friend bullshit that didn't involve him because apparently he wasn't good enough because this atmosphere was easy - a bit awkward, and okay he felt guilty for being around Scott's ex but it was easy. It felt like they were just two normal teenagers instead of a hunter and a werewolf, instead of the girl that had stabbed him and the stabee. It was interesting and different, a bit thrilling really. He'd never really made that many friends and when he did, his dad usually ended up scaring them away or their parents thought he was a hooligan from all the bruises, or maybe, thinking back on it - maybe the knew what his dad did to him... ]
Don't - uh - you and Lydia have a pet or something? Didn't she have a dog back home? [ It's interesting, that after this long none of them would actually try to settle in, to get pets. Stiles was really the only one that seemed to accept that he was actually stuck there, but then again, he didn't know Allison or Lydia that well. He knew Lydia better than he knew Allison, which had to say something because he barely knew Lydia aside from having a stupid crush on her during 8th grade onto Freshman year. ]