( this new thrum of excitement — this rush of blood from her heart out to the very tips of her fingers — is enough to jerk clarke from the pseudo-relaxed reverie she'd slipped into during the coarse of their conversation, and back to business. )
I will ask. Thank you.
( she's pushing her plate away from her at this moment, over-full after a month of virtually starving, and way too keen on immediately tracking down this new lead to keep forcing herself to eat. just, too much nervous energy. not immediately pushing from the table and storming off to problem solve, but well wrapped in her own thoughts. )
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I will ask. Thank you.
( she's pushing her plate away from her at this moment, over-full after a month of virtually starving, and way too keen on immediately tracking down this new lead to keep forcing herself to eat. just, too much nervous energy. not immediately pushing from the table and storming off to problem solve, but well wrapped in her own thoughts. )