I Howl When We're Apart

[algidity]

"Hey, It's Isaac, leave a message... Or somethin'."
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[algidity]

[ What Isaac doesn't expect first thing in the morn- afternoon after spending an amazing night with his lovely girlfriend is not to walk into his bathroom boxer clad to brush his teeth and shower to see a certain message from a certain mirror. It makes him jump at first, a hand groggily moving up to run through disheveled curls as he realises who is wanting to play. He reads the riddle a couple times, blue eyes warily lingering on the heart for a moment.

He doesn't jump to respond at first; Isaac finds his toothbrush and toothpaste and shoves the former in his mouth so he can pick up the marker he keeps under the mirror. ]

Good morning. I have no idea. Another hint?

[untrustable]

I'VE GIVEN YOU TOO MANY HINTS.

[ that could mean anything, cryptic miles speak much. but he's agitated, even more so than usual, because that fox is here, on the other side of the mirror. he wishes he could just wipe her out and be done with it, before she learned.

so he's taking out his aggression on pretty much everyone on the real side. isaac is a little different than the rest, at least. ]

[algidity]

[ Isaac's response is just as sharp, he even waits until he's done brushing his teeth to respond. ]

I'm not answering your riddles if you're going to be a jerk.

[ And he means it, because the moment he puts the cap back on the marker, he slides the fogged glass door of his shower open, sliding it closed behind him, feeling a little safer somewhere Miles cannot see him.

After tossing his boxers over the top, he takes a rather long shower, maybe he even catches a few winks napping, who even knows. Definitely a jab at Miles. But he'll check back on the mirror once he's done and has a towel wrapped safely around him. ]

[untrustable]

[ wow, hdu isaac!! miles is left standing there looking annoyed, and he scribbles a giant black splotch on the mirror while he's in the shower, appearing much like a petulant child. ]

I am not nice.

[ is what he does eventually write, along the bottom. ]

[algidity]

[ He can't help but roll his eyes at what the mirror. Something has clearly put Stiles' mirror in a sour mood, and while Isaac may be curious as to what did... He isn't going to let it spoil his own mood. ]

Neither am I so I guess we have something in common

[untrustable]

I know that.
It's why you aren't that well liked by my real.

[ actual huffy baby miles. he scowls at the other side of the mirror, adding onto his scribble. ]

He's not nice either.

[algidity]

[ Okay, it's his turn to be huffy. ]

Thanks for reminding me.
I appreciate it really.