Bonded Forever (Human+Dragon RP) Now accepting!

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((Umm, are we going to Timeskip to morning?))

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(sure, i'll post tomarrow cuz im about to pass out...night)

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((Night))

Phil stretched and jumped out of the bed and stealthily slipped into Izzy's room, finding a chair to sit on to wait for her to wake up.

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Izzy groaned sleepily as she began to stir, even in the state of being mostly asleep she knew she wasn't alone in the room and the hand that had been pushed beneath her pillow sometime in the night now gripped the small blade that she kept there. She groaned tiredly again as she subconcously tried to roll off her belly but was too tired to put enough effort into the roll and ended up staying on her belly.

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Phil sat on the chair, waiting to see if she'd go back to sleep or if she was waking up for the day, outside the sky was still dark, but fraying in those wee wee hours before sunrise.

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Izzy grumbled incoherent nonesense under her breath as she finally was awake enough to push herself into a sitting position, wincing as the movement caused pain to shoot up her legs, especially since she sat back on them, then ignored it as it dulled into a throb. With her free hand she rubbed at an eye while the other gripped the handle of the blade as she leaned on the arm to keep herself propped up. Suddenly her silvery blue eyes flicked to Phil just as she threw the blade, barely missing his ear as it stabbed into the wall behind him and stuck there, she glared untrustingly as she didn't recognize him nor at the moment did she care to. Izzy isn't and never has been a morning person and nor does she fancy surprises all that much, so seeing somebody in her room in the early morning added up to this reaction, naturally.

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Phil stared at the hilt of the blade protruding from the wall "Well, good morning, I wouldn't recommend sitting up after flying just yet, it will hurt you even more, just lay back down." he said, trying, successfully, to keep his voice calm.

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Gypsy sighed as she swam through the water and into her to cave to lay down and mope, feeling like she did something wrong.

Izzy let herself collapse facefirst into the pillow with a grumble, "What're you doing in here?" she growled, her voice muffled by the pillow.

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"Making sure you don't hurt yourself anymore, your uncle seemed very worried when I told him you were hurt." he said, then cringed, maybe he shouldn't have mentioned that, unfortunately no way to undo words.

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Izzy looked up sharply at him, immediatly regretting the movement as she twisted a little to see him straight on. "You told him?" she asked in a softened tone then sighed and turned back to fall into the pillow again. "Good going Sir-Talks-Alot." she growled, wanting another blade now. She yawned and turned her head to look at him but only her head this time, "How long have you been in here watching me?" she asked, her eyes narrowing.