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altusimperius ([personal profile] altusimperius) wrote2017-07-26 06:14 pm

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tell him how pretty he is
laruetheday: (i try never to speak with people.)

[personal profile] laruetheday 2024-11-20 03:46 am (UTC)(link)
Clarisse glances down at her lap to make sure she hasn't spilled oatmeal onto her shirt. Then she reaches behind her back and feels for anything stuck there (look, it's happened before). Only when she can't find anything obvious does she get to her feet and move to Benedict's table, carrying her bowl along with her.

"Why are you looking at me weird?"
laruetheday: (what is this word 'spa'?)

[personal profile] laruetheday 2024-11-21 01:12 am (UTC)(link)
Clarisse is a bad liar. She knows one when she sees one. It's actually kind of gratifying to see someone else be as terrible at it as she is.

"You're full of shit." She spoons another mouthful of oatmeal into her mouth. "I wasn't looking at you, I was looking around the room. And every time I did, you were staring at me!"
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[personal profile] laruetheday 2024-11-23 02:13 am (UTC)(link)
Oh.

Clarisse's cheeks go pink, and she reaches up to pinch a strand of her hair between two fingers. "Thanks. I've been... using that stuff." If nothing else, it smells good.
laruetheday: robins @ insanejournal (thanks for setting the bar so low.)

[personal profile] laruetheday 2024-11-23 03:34 am (UTC)(link)
Don't worry, it hasn't clicked yet. ... Though it has made her even more suspicious about why he's being so weird.

"What Abby what?"
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[personal profile] laruetheday 2024-11-23 03:45 am (UTC)(link)
"Wait."

Before Benedict can walk away, Clarisse lunges across the table and grabs his wrist. Her grip is unsurprisingly strong. She's not going to yank his shoulder out of joint or anything, but it's a pretty firm hold.

"What the hell is your problem, man? I thought we were cool."
laruetheday: i'm gonna have to be a robber. (i'm never gonna be a cop.)

[personal profile] laruetheday 2024-11-23 04:03 am (UTC)(link)
On a normal day, a gasp of slight fear in response to her human touch would make Clarisse feel proud, and then later it would make her feel gross for having felt proud. Today she's too confused by this entire sequence of events to really register that it happened, but she does release her grip on his wrist.

"Seriously. What's the matter?"
laruetheday: emotion could be a weapon? (you didn't realize)

[personal profile] laruetheday 2024-11-23 04:47 am (UTC)(link)
It takes a minute, but it finally dawns on Clarisse what he's saying. She opens her mouth to speak, then shuts it again just as quickly.

It's not like she told Abby not to tell anybody. Truthfully, it hadn't occurred to her that Abby might do that in the first place. Clarisse wrestles with that for a few seconds, then pushes it away to deal with later. There's more pressing shit to go over first.

"You don't know what you're talking about." Clearly.