( "chilling" is a pretty strong word to ascribe to this absolute dictionary definition of sulking she's doing right now, but. more or less, yeah. there's nothing else of note going on, nothing of importance other than questions of morality and mortality dancing around her head, and a screen like a drive-in movie theatre where clarke tries to draw lines between where she'd ended on earth and where she supposedly ends up. it's a dark pit of spiraling emotions kept bottled behind a thin pressed mouth and furrowed brow and, end of the day? even deputy pratt is a nice distraction.
he's settling himself before there's any time to respond to his question, but clarke ultimately just gives a little shrug to say yeah, and then looking at his awkwardly clasped hands until fingers part to reveal — oh, okay, she's pretty interested in the wildlife around here. back straightens a little, one arm uncurling from around her knees to plant in the sand and lean closer for a better look at the lizard. )
Yeah, I saw some birds earlier. ( but not this up close and personal. that little dart of the tongue is so strange and fascinating to watch. )
I thought about catching one but — ( oh, and his oh so obviously bitten hands... there goes her brow, immediately re-furrowing. ) You sure that thing isn't venomous?
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he's settling himself before there's any time to respond to his question, but clarke ultimately just gives a little shrug to say yeah, and then looking at his awkwardly clasped hands until fingers part to reveal — oh, okay, she's pretty interested in the wildlife around here. back straightens a little, one arm uncurling from around her knees to plant in the sand and lean closer for a better look at the lizard. )
Yeah, I saw some birds earlier. ( but not this up close and personal. that little dart of the tongue is so strange and fascinating to watch. )
I thought about catching one but — ( oh, and his oh so obviously bitten hands... there goes her brow, immediately re-furrowing. ) You sure that thing isn't venomous?