@luckyitsnotahurricane He couldn't believe he was doing this. If he had been a betting person, he would have bet against himself in this position. He had been close to Isabela when he was younger - the Madrigal family bond was prominent, after all, considering they all lived together. It hadn't lasted long, however, he had noticed. Perhaps it was the six year age difference. Perhaps it was that he was a boy, and she had Luisa, Dolores, and now Mirabel to spend time with. For someone that was as known for being feminine and producing all feminine qualities as Isabela, it was about as much sense as he could make of the reason he had stopped getting piggy back rides and having her braid his longer hair. In retrospect, he probably should have gone to his sister, but there were certain topics he didn't want to discuss with immediate family, and this was one of them. Sure, Isabela was basically a sister to him considering they all lived together their entire lives, but....formalities. And honestly, he didn't think Luisa or Madrigal would have a clue where to start when it came to the....questions....that the young teen had floating in his mind. Luisa would probably be far too reserved and embarassed, and Mirabel? He didn't quite know how she would respond, but he knew that Isabela would have the answers for him. Which was why he found himself outside of her glowing door, taking in a deep breath, and rapping his knuckles across the wooden frame. It wasn't often that the Madrigal family spent time in each other's rooms, outside of the gifting ceremonies where the celebration would be held and the gift would be revealed. He knew his own room was his sanctuary, and he didn't want to intrude on that. But when there wasn't an answer, he knew he had come too far to back down, opening the door and sticking his head in, mop of hair covering one of his eyes. "Isa? Are you in here? I....have some things to ask you."