Isabella came in holding a tray with everything DOnnie had asked for on it. She set it on the table and stood beside her brother, looking at the man.
'I wonder how old he is?' Isabella thinka allowed.
Donnie shrugs, saying, 'I'm more curious as to what his name is, and why he was idiotic enough to be outside whule it was snowing like this.'
Isabella looks at her brother, than the man, and says, 'I wonder--'
'No,' Donnie cut her off.
Isabella pouts, asking, 'How do you know what I was going to ask?'
Donnie shrugs, saying, 'I've been responsible for you for a couple years now, and I've known you since I was seven. I just know.'
Isabella nods, walking over to the bed. Then She frowned, saying, 'These clothes are nasty. He smells like a wet dog.'
Donnie smiles, asking jokingly, 'You can bathe and change him if it bothers you that much.'
Isabella jumps, turning to face her brother, 'That's cruel! Cruel cruel! But the least you could do was leave him some clothes to chang einto later.'
Donnie looks at her, and she sighs and walks out. Donnie looked at the man and tilted his head at him. This man was so strange. Appearing at his house in a snowstorm, probably sick.
Isabella came in and set a change of clothes on the table, then looked at her brother, saying, 'I'm going to go to sleep. Don't do anything to him.'
Donnie grinned at her, saying, 'Why, I'm not you. I wouldn't ever think of something like that.'
Isabella gasps, blushing, then calms, saying, 'You know, I didn't mean it that way. Besides, he doesn't look my type. I'm more for funny, adventurous, and blonde.'
With that, she walked out the room and into the hallway, going to her own room.
Donnie sat in the chair, watching the man. He wasn't going to leave him here alone. The man might wake up later that night, and Donnie wasn't sure about how the man would react to this place.