Guiding the other down the hallway, he pushed open the door to a guest bedroom. It wasn’t as large as the master bedroom, but it was still fairly large. “This is all yours. You can decorate it how you wish, but...please refrain from putting up too much satanic decor.” Issac mused; rubbing the back of his neck. He wasn’t one to have enough confidence to make rules or make demands, but rather suggestions.<br/><br/>“We can go. I’ll buy you some supplies.” Issac admitted. “If you’re going to be stuck here for a while, you might as well have some form of a hobby...especially since no one else can see you.” He frowned. “That must get lonely...” Issac murmured. He understood the feeling. Though he had family, they never visited outside of church. Hell, no one did outside of services.