[ it's easy falling back into whatever this is, but there's still so much left unsaid, left undone, that it probably won't ever be the same. neither of them quite knows how to act around one another anymore now that the age-old hostility is gone — there was a certain tiresome familiarity in it, but now it's been replaced with something entirely unfamiliar to both of them.
clarisse has never been good at making small talk. she's good at throwing insults and lashing attitude, not talking about the weather or the state of someone's affairs. she's honestly rather shoot herself than listen to people drone on about irrelevant and useless topics. that's one thing about mortals she doesn't envy — after living a life of nearly getting killed just for existing, living on the thrill of danger, she can't imagine what it must be like to live such a dull existence where the most interesting topic of conversation every day is if it's going to rain or not.
she almost laughs at luke's question, because it does sound dumb. all of this is dumb, really. but it's... kind of a nice dumb. not a percy dumb that she'd like to throttle, just... a normal, everyday, mundane kind of dumb and maybe both of them could use a little of that. forget for five seconds that they're the son and daughter of greek gods, forget prophecies and curses and fates — just, for a moment, maybe they can forget everything. ]
Yeah, sure, whatever you got is fine. [ she hesitates, playing with the ring on her finger absently. ] Actually... do you... [ mind if i change. but she can't exactly say that because she didn't bring anything to change into and, well, they're at luke's place so it's not like he really has anything she can wear. it would be weird, anyway, wearing his clothes. she frowns, suddenly frustrated with herself for even attempting to bring up the subject and embarrassed that she wants to do it anyway. stupid, clarisse. ] Nevermind. I'll just... [ wait on the couch? follow him into the kitchen? what the hell is she supposed to do now. her unsure expression finishes her sentence while her words fail her. ]
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clarisse has never been good at making small talk. she's good at throwing insults and lashing attitude, not talking about the weather or the state of someone's affairs. she's honestly rather shoot herself than listen to people drone on about irrelevant and useless topics. that's one thing about mortals she doesn't envy — after living a life of nearly getting killed just for existing, living on the thrill of danger, she can't imagine what it must be like to live such a dull existence where the most interesting topic of conversation every day is if it's going to rain or not.
she almost laughs at luke's question, because it does sound dumb. all of this is dumb, really. but it's... kind of a nice dumb. not a percy dumb that she'd like to throttle, just... a normal, everyday, mundane kind of dumb and maybe both of them could use a little of that. forget for five seconds that they're the son and daughter of greek gods, forget prophecies and curses and fates — just, for a moment, maybe they can forget everything. ]
Yeah, sure, whatever you got is fine. [ she hesitates, playing with the ring on her finger absently. ] Actually... do you... [ mind if i change. but she can't exactly say that because she didn't bring anything to change into and, well, they're at luke's place so it's not like he really has anything she can wear. it would be weird, anyway, wearing his clothes. she frowns, suddenly frustrated with herself for even attempting to bring up the subject and embarrassed that she wants to do it anyway. stupid, clarisse. ] Nevermind. I'll just... [ wait on the couch? follow him into the kitchen? what the hell is she supposed to do now. her unsure expression finishes her sentence while her words fail her. ]