Room 406, Wednesday evening

[izzyalienqueen]

Isabel tried not to think about the ongoing election, or, more importantly, Monday night's conversation with Jarod. Instead she focused on a successful first day as a library aide and Annie as she chased a balled up piece of paper around the room.

The door was open although a chair was blocking it to prevent a wee kitten from escaping.

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[like_a_sponge]

Greg bounced up to see the other person who he was supporting by his...blueness.

"Hi!" he said, sticking his face through the door.

[izzyalienqueen]

Isabel...boggled. The paper Annie had been chasing dropped to the floor. "Oh my god."

[like_a_sponge]

"What?" Greg asked, trying not to smile. "Do I have something on my face?"

[izzyalienqueen]

"Your face, your chest, your arms," she laughed. "I love it! Thank you!"