( gambles on the pythagorean theorem, maybe lost on the pythagorean theorem...
but no matter, that doesn't come into conversation at this point. clarke volleys an absolutely useless left-field lie, pal lines up his sights, and summarily spikes it over the net with the threat of skeletal marionettes, and that's basically a score. she doesn't even have to put on confrontational airs and half turn to face him, dare him to drag out a construct right here and now to prove his make believe point. rita's just up and immediately out, like a cat spooked by a cucumber.
which... kinda just leaves them in the dust again. like laying flat after falling off a cliff, heart still thrumming with preemptive mortification despite the call out threat skedaddling in a different direction. clarke almost laughs right then and there, but instead casts a sidelong glance at pal and asks: )
"Griffin"?
( surnames, pal? really? after the last two hours... )
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but no matter, that doesn't come into conversation at this point. clarke volleys an absolutely useless left-field lie, pal lines up his sights, and summarily spikes it over the net with the threat of skeletal marionettes, and that's basically a score. she doesn't even have to put on confrontational airs and half turn to face him, dare him to drag out a construct right here and now to prove his make believe point. rita's just up and immediately out, like a cat spooked by a cucumber.
which... kinda just leaves them in the dust again. like laying flat after falling off a cliff, heart still thrumming with preemptive mortification despite the call out threat skedaddling in a different direction. clarke almost laughs right then and there, but instead casts a sidelong glance at pal and asks: )
"Griffin"?
( surnames, pal? really? after the last two hours... )