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Upon Valerie's arrival, Isaac immediately showed her around the house. After all, it was her house too, now. It was quite big and elegantly decorated, betraying a certain taste for the finer things in life. The tour finally led them to her room, which was at the end of a long corridor. He opened the door, inviting her inside. It looked like the rest of the house, with dark gray and modern furniture, quite sleek. Still, Isaac had added a few cozy elements for good measure, like a large rug and a warm blanket on the bed.

"Hello," Elio replied after the kiss had ended. She looked confused and perhaps he should have thought this better through. Then again after finally arriving home after a long flight and a taxi ride, all he had wanted to do was see Valerie. How he hadn't realized before that he romantically liked her was beyond him. He had been so sure that she felt the same way that he hadn't counted on the way she was currently looking at him. A mixture of confusion and shock.

"Hey, Valerie? It's Caspian, I have a favour to ask," he knocked on the door of her dorm, a little nervously. It was the only solution that would could possibly save their show, but there was no guarantee that she would agree. He didn't know her overly well, but she didn't strike him as being a particular confident performer. Or a performer at all, come to think of it - there was probably a reason why she'd decided to take a role backstage.

      𖤐  ⸻  ❛ I'm saying you could kill him. ❜

"Sooooo....." A brow lifts, conveying the impression of a playful nature, borrowing deep a monster that spreads like a poison through your veins. A tilt in the head is given and a growing smug look forms in the corners of your mouth. You already can't wait to have fun with her, whether she likes it or not. ".....what's your favorite scary movie?."

‘ Okay, let's hear you do it. Someone else needs to go anyway. Two truths, one lie, and we'll guess which is which. Go. ’