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Ginger steps follow his even as he turns to face her. Neither of them see his misstep coming and there's a momentary look of alarm in her eyes before he catches himself. She stops at the same curb that tripped him and looks at it almost like a child unsure of how to get down their first flight of stairs. She opts to remove her shoes before she braves it, it takes a second too long for her taste and it shows when she looks back up at him. She takes the step with the same gentle caution she'd been walking with.

"I can't tell if that's a compliment or if you're teasing me." something tells her it's probably both. "Especially when you're smiling like that."

FERNANDO SILPH

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"I think you're an ass sometimes but I already told you that." immediate and something almost playful, as if she didn't quite mean it as much this time as she had before. Still it left her mildly perturbed but she wasn't terribly willing to let it show.

She mulls over his question for a moment because those words don't come quite as easily. "I don't think so." she choses. Because it's not that he's hard to read it's that she hasn't learned how to interpret him. She hasn't learned him enough to be certain she's reading things right yet.

Isra does not tell him that part. He doesn't need to know.

"You didn't answer me so I'm going to decide it's a compliment."

FERNANDO SILPH

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Eyes watch him in between glances down at the ground to be sure to watch for more curbs. Even if he's facing forward she feels compelled to know in order to keep herself steady. A lady does not stumble. (nor does she walk through town barefoot but Isra chooses to ignore this) "You would have pushed for it either way." she's amused and he's sure to hear it in her tone as she follows him, She doesn't mind the option in the slightest, if she did then it never would have been put in the table to begin with.

He keeps asking and some how she has a hard time with her answer. What she gives him is not satisfying. "Something I don't think you're going to give me tonight anyway, so we might as well make something out of tonight." honest enough but still she holds back and a small part of her curses him for somehow getting her to do so when normally she is so quick to go head first. She does not like holding back.

"We're already heading that way anyway, aren't we?"

FERNANDO SILPH

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She could answer with her own words but decides his are better. " 'you can even keep my bed warm until i get back. i'll leave you my keys' " Isra quotes from an earlier part of their conversation. He might have been joking but that doesn't mean she won't be holding it against him that he said it to begin with. She grins to herself, smug and pleased.

"What good would you knowing do?" a part of her wants to say it the other part wants to be a child and be stubborn about keeping it to herself until it feels like the right time to say it.

She chooses to be a child about it, as always.

FERNANDO SILPH

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A part of her finds his inability- or unwillingness whichever it may be - to make a quip back rather disappointing. "You choose the worst times to decide not to poke back." it's not really meant to incite anything but if it does she won't necessarily be against it.

She catches up with him and isn't surprised to find they're in front of his condo again. She's reminded quickly of how lifeless his place feels and how much it concerns her. She's still not sure why. "I know." She thinks for a moment, she has to wait for him to let them in anyway doesn't she? at leasts he recalls that being the case. "It would ruin it if I told you I think." she's not actually sure. Then again she's not entirely sure about any of this.

FERNANDO SILPH

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She doesn't hesitate tonight, stepping inside when he opens the door like she might actually be comfortable with the idea. "Thank you." he doesn't seem convinced by her comment and she doubts she can sway that but it doesn't really matter. She'll likely say it another day when it bothers her too much and she can't help it but tonight she feels it best to keep to herself.

Isra makes a point to give a small wave and a smile to the people behind the desk as she follows after Fernando. Just in case, if this is a route they're going to be treading in the future it's best to be positive familiar face over any other. "Why did you choose here?" curious. "I imagine most anywhere in Lilycove would have been an option."

FERNANDO SILPH

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Isra eyes the elevator doors. She still despises the things and much prefers going up and down the stairs instead. Finding comfort in the solid ground beneath her feet. She waits with him all the same though, moving to lean against the wall on the other side of the doors, shoulder pressing into the surface. Her figure stays as straight as she can keep it, determined to uphold the image she portrays to the end.

"Yes." she states. Though the reasons for her choice stretch farther than simply herself. She glances around the hallway, taking in the place. His answer makes sense at the very least. "So this place was convenient more than anything?" condensing his answer down to a single word is easier on her mind. Easier to file away.

The elevator arrives and when she steps in she reaches for the railing, something to keep her steady when the ground begins to move beneath her feet. "Sounds temporary." An observation or indirect inquiry, it's up to him to decide how he takes the comment.

FERNANDO SILPH