The brunette released him and looked at him, “What’s that?” She raised an eyebrow curiously. Isabelle was a little interested in what he had. Time travelling as a whole was fascinating.
"Psychic paper," the Doctor told her, "It shows whatever I want it to."
"That’s brilliant." Isabelle brushed her bangs out of her face.
"I don’t dance much but sure."
"Thank you. You aren’t terrible yourself." She smiled. It was a little odd slow dancing. She had taken lessons as a child but hadn’t put any of it to use until now. It took a little bit for her to get comfortable but she was fine.
"It’s been a while since I’ve done anything like this," he told her, "Life times even. I’m glad to be here though. I enjoy dancing with you."
"It’s been about eight years for me," Isabelle shrugged. "Thank you. I like dancing with you too." She smiled.
"Could I meet her, please?" He was not accustomed to asking like this, but his curiosity was far greater than his ego in this instance. Furthermore.. how big were the average dogs she’d meant?
"Of course." Isabelle smiled faintly. She liked him and she had a feeling Diamond might like to meet him. "If you want, you can join me and we can meet up with her in about ten minutes…"
Yifan glanced down as a young familiar woman marched up to him. With a arched brow, he tilted his head back. “No, my dear. I have not. I am still looking for a different book.”
Impatience flashed across the hybrid’s countenance. The male sighed softly, and with an exasperated shake of his head, he waved the dagger before her face.
"I am offering you the quill, child of the Underworld. All you need do is stain the contract with your seal."
Yifan’s hand hung luminously above the clear parchment. His crimson ichor adorned his milky flesh as he clenched his fist. He gave little reaction other then the flicker of his scarlet gaze as a droplet of the thick substance fell toward the unmarked scroll.
She took hold of his wrist to stop him from waving the dagger in her face. Annoyance clearly written across her features. “Stop. Being childish only looks well when I do it.”
Isabelle took the dagger from him.
"A pen would be nice for future reference." She remarked before sealing the contract as he had. "But I must give you props for presentation."
"Which bar shall we be going to, then?"
"There’s one downtown."
"Okay… I had a nice day."
My Muse is laying in bed reading, send “What’cha Reading?” For Their Reaction to Your Muse slipping into bed with them, in only their underwear, and snuggling up close to Mine..
Isabelle was reading one of her spell books when she felt the bed shift as someone joined her. “Hi.” She greeted.