( it's that sort of comedically perfect timing that has a tray of finger foods float by at this moment, and clarke is distracted for a moment — just long enough to track its movement and snatch a few napkins off the stack nestled between the plates.
then her attention is rooted back on friday, momentarily dropping her stickers on the welcome table the faceless woman has been stationed at this entire time. then with hands free except for the makeshift compresses, clarke's reaching for the wrist with the sluggish red bubble tracking down towards costume bracelets. if allowed, she'll even go so far as taking that cracked champagne flute remnants out of friday's fingers, then go about dabbing dry any mess within her palm.
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then her attention is rooted back on friday, momentarily dropping her stickers on the welcome table the faceless woman has been stationed at this entire time. then with hands free except for the makeshift compresses, clarke's reaching for the wrist with the sluggish red bubble tracking down towards costume bracelets. if allowed, she'll even go so far as taking that cracked champagne flute remnants out of friday's fingers, then go about dabbing dry any mess within her palm.
idly conversational the entire time — )
And why did Jinx try to kill you?