noshameianshane:
There were times Ian hated the island. It was gorgeous, and he had a ton of new friends, sure, but there were also a ton of new ways for him to get sick. And he had, of course, been sick for nearly a week, laid up in his room and trying not to contaminate the rest of the cast. He’d had his phone at least, but it was just recently that he’d felt well enough to venture outside his room. Which is why he was sitting at the counter in the kitchen, staring at the stove and trying to will himself to make something to eat. He was so focused on his internal monologue that he didn’t even hear the footsteps signaling someone’s approach.
roxanne hadn’t ventured the island much since her arrival. rather, she’d kept to her house and the public areas where they’d gather during free time. now, however, she’d found herself wandering through pearl waters manor, in search of nothing in particular but certain that she’d find something to occupy her time. as if a messenger was sent right then, she spotted ian in the kitchen and a reminiscent but dark smirk spread across her lips. “hey, hot stuff. long time, no see, huh?”
