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clarke "no chill" griffin ([personal profile] skaikru) wrote in [community profile] come_sailaway 2022-08-31 05:02 am (UTC)

You know what else not coming from a normal world gets ya? After the PTSD, predisposition for grime, and horrible bedtime stories that are just loose allegories for genocide? An absolutely not normal metric for flirting. Watch Clarke and Pal talk about the people they'd sacrifice internal organs for a few days from now, a simple ride in the Rover could never compare...

And as such, she doesn't track the reason behind Darcy's sudden and immediate back tracking, but weathers it and blinks extensively before offering the shell of a smile. Eyes still too swollen for any measure of levity to reach them, voice still scratched from swallowing sobs. But an attempt.

"Are you busy right now? I've gone out that way —" Pointing towards the cliff. "— already, but not over there." Another point, this time towards and past the diner, to whatever is to be found in that stretch of desert at Gil's back.

Another feature of this cool truck are the oversized wheels, tread large and wide, meaning:

"We wouldn't have to stick to the roads, either."

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