Isabelle shivered slightly. "Now I'm a little scared as to what 'do anything about it' means... Like, something weird?"
"Don't worry," Corban said, "I'm not going to do anything weird."
"You better not," Isabelle warned, smirking. "But I trust you. For now, anyway."
Corban nodded, resting his head against the back of the couch again. He was silent for several moments. "Thank you."
Isabelle's brow furrowed slightly, her smile fading. "For what, exactly..?" she asked, her voice rather quiet this time.
"Trusting me. Not a lot of people do." Corban answered. "And for listening. Even less people have done that."
Isabelle just shook her head. "Of course I'd trust you, and listen to you. So far, you've proven to me that you're really not bad or anything. You're a good guy, Corban."
"No I'm not." Corban argued matter-of-factly.
Isabelle laughed softly. "Everyone has their own opinion, you know. Whether or not you see as I do, I still say you're very sweet, and caring, and thoughtful, and you have a good heart. Even if you do get into trouble at times."
((My little brother is so icky sometimes. >.<))
"Yeah, well." Corban glanced at his battered watch. "You met me less than twenty-four hours ago. You still have plenty of time to change your mind."
[xD As is mine. I think that's what they were made for or something ]
Isabelle rolled her eyes, still smirking. "You have absolutely no faith in yourself, have you? Sad. Quit being so hard on yourself, Corban."
((He gets sick easily, like if he watches too much TV or is in the sun too long. Last night he threw up EVERYWHERE. Downstairs hall, the staircase, the upstairs hall, AND all over the toilet. Nobody even noticed the stuff on the toilet for a while (we've got three bathrooms, so it's easy not to). When he eventually found it and was told to clean it up he asked "Why?"
O_O And then he refused to wash his hands afterwards.))
"I've got faith, just not in the sense you're thinking." Corban replied, looking back down at her and scowling at her smirk.
[ Ohmygosh xDDD I mean, I feel bad that he gets sick so easy, but... Ohmygosh lol. I laughed out loud at that ]
"Oh?" Isabelle pursed her lips, pushing the corners of his mouth up with her fingers. "Smile. It looks nicer. And just what is this sense of faith you have that I'm not thinking?"
"Well," Corban began, the corners of his mouth quirking upwards despite himself. "Faith is trust, or a belief in a certain person or thing. I can always trust myself to make the wrong decision, and make a huge mess of things."
"See? Smiling looks good on you," Isabelle said with a nod, patting his cheek a little in approval. "Now, as for your outlook on like, and your very valued opinion... You're wrong. I'm right. So shush and start being nice to yourself."
*life, not like
"That would go against my principles and beliefs." Corban argued. "I'm never nice to people I don't like if I can help it." He scowled again to annoy her, but frankly, it looked a bit ridiculous since he was trying hard not to laugh at the same time.
Isabelle pouted a little. "Stop it! Frowning is so... so... Gah!" She pushed his lips back into a smile again, holding it there a moment this time. "And haven't you ever heard of turning the other cheek? Or something like that? Being nice to enemies is better than making things even worse just because you treat them as bad as they treat you."
Corban shook his head. "I don't think I can treat them as badly as they've treated me. I suppose that says something positive of my character. Anyway, if I'd be nice to them, they'd see me as weak and I would have died years ago. Sometimes you've got to be mean to survive."
Now it was Isabelle's turn to frown, depsite her words. "Well that's stupid. Just put them all in the dungeon and get it over with." Obviously...