new york; thursday ft

[flickofawrist]

His break was slowly drawing to a close. Flick had tried to ignore it but as each day ticked by, he knew he'd have to go back and restart his training. It wasn't that he didn't want to (he did) but he also didn't want to leave New York and his friends and Isabelle

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[seveninchmotto]

It probably went without saying that Isabelle wasn't looking forward to him leaving again, either. That was why she was letting him slumber, too, even though she'd already completed her workout for the day. She knew the value of a good bed. Up to a point, anyway.

The edge of the bed dipped under her weight just a little bit as she sat down on it. "Hey, sleepyhead."

[flickofawrist]

"If I'm sleeping, why are you in here waking me up?" Flick asked her from beneath his mountain of blankets and pillows. "Miss me?"

[seveninchmotto]

"Sleepy's not the same as sleeping," Isabelle retorted, giving his shoulder a gentle nudge. "Besides, it's the afternoon."

[flickofawrist]

"So?" Flick yawned and pulled the blankets down to peer at her. "Come in here with me and we can celebrate the afternoon together."