for shia } { open rp shenanigans

[iluvroadrunner6]

(These gifs were too perfect for my purposes.)

For some fun RP shenanigans. Feel free to request a character or have me surprise you. Picture prompts, other wordly or making me write the starter is all good!

Have at it!

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[impetere]

[Cora catches up with Isaac when he lands in New York. It's not really a coordinated effort that ends with them finding an apartment as they stay far away from the crazy that is Beacon Hills (first Kate Argent, which Cora wants nothing to do with ever and is currently suppressing the panic attack that comes with the woman is supposed to be dead then La Bete which is an even bigger shitstorm.

She's not going back to Beacon Hills unless Scott calls and really needs her help, and her phone hasn't rang yet).

But having pack around isn't exactly a bad thing, and while Derek is in and out of the city, working on things with Braedan in trying to track down Malia's mom, Cora and Isaac are left to their own devices, which is probably for the best. Their rent is paid, and they're free to spend their time how they want to.

The downside to leaving Cora and Isaac to their own devices, however, is that Cora eventually learns that the way to Isaac's heart is partially through his stomach. Which is why one morning, he will wake up to smell his favorite breakfast, freshly cooked and already sitting on the kitchen table.

And, somewhere in the background, the scent of kitten. Because even though they're hidden back in Cora's room, where Isaac cannot see them, the scent lingers. And they aren't exactly the quietest creatures to begin with.

But Cora is with the food and giving him her most innocent smile possible.]

Morning. Hungry?

[cramped]

[ Isaac always has the appearance of someone who's been wrestling with bears in his sleep. His curly hair is mussed, soft white t-shirt rumpled and inexplicably half-tucked into the back of his boxers as he emerges from his bedroom and shuffles out into the kitchen, lured by the scent of freshly-cooked bacon. ]

Morning. [ He yawns, rubbing one of his eyes with a closed fist as he takes in the sight of the table, loaded down with plates of delicious-looking food. ] I'm starving, actually. [ Which of course is nothing new or out of the ordinary; Isaac could probably give even competitive eaters a run for their money on any given day. ]

What's the occasion? [ It hasn't yet struck him that this was all specifically done with him in mind. Nor has he quite honed in on the smell of the kittens, distracted as he currently is by the aroma of melting butter and syrupy sweetness. ]

[impetere]

[Cora shrugs casually, almost like no big deal, but she wanted to do something nice for him, and she doesn't want to make a big deal out of it.]

I was up early, so I figured I'd make breakfast.

[cramped]

[ Isaac flashes her a sleepy, doe-eyed smile in appreciation. ]

Oh. Cool, thanks.

[ He grabs a plate from the cupboard and wanders back over to the table to start filling it. ]

[impetere]

[And once she's finished cooking, she'll do the same, before coming to join him at the table. Thank you werewolf appetites.]

So Derek texted me this morning. He and Braedan might be heading out this way in a bit.

[cramped]

Oh yeah? [ To his slight credit, Isaac actually waits until he's finished chewing and swallowing his piece of bacon before questioning. ] Anything we need to be worried about, or...? [ It's hard to tell if she means they're just dropping by while they're both in town replenishing their stock, or if there's actual business involved. ]

[impetere]

[She gives a small shrug in return.]

He didn't say. But I have a feeling he won't be here long.

[cramped]

That's good. [ No offense to Cora or anything but Isaac still isn't Derek's biggest fan. They've come along way since the time when Derek threw him out of his apartment but he still bears the scar from that wound. ]

... Do you hear that? [ Isaac's brows furrow a bit as he sets down his fork. ]

[impetere]

[Her head tips to the side and she turns to find the source of the sound, eyes sharp for any sign of trouble.]

No, what?

[cramped]

[ Isaac hesitates, uncertain. ] It... Kinda sounds like a cat. Well, multiple cats.

[impetere]

[Her head tips to the side for a moment, and her eyes widen when she hears it, glancing towards the open window that leads towards the fire escape.]

Actually, I think it's more like kittens.