[ clarisse really should punch him for that. not a violent, ruthless punch like the ones she normally delivers, just a friendly one. one that fellow comrades give each other when they're horsing around and ripping on each other for fun. luke isn't a fellow comrade, though — she hardly even considers him a fellow anything. demigod? maybe, but only in the sense that he's hermes' son, not in the sense that she would lay down her sword or even her life for him. friend? definitely not. she's simply asking a favor from a stranger with a familiar face and a familiar existence — a stranger she doesn't quite feel uncomfortable around anymore, but still remains cautious. trust is a hard thing to win back from a child of ares.
she rolls her eyes at his comment, a faint hint of amusement in the way the corner of her mouth twitches upward rather downward. she takes the clothes from his hands, their fingers brushing again for only a second. it makes her heart jump, the familiar contact, even if just briefly, and for a moment she can't think of anything to say. she always has a comeback, but she's finding herself at a loss for words, distracted by his proximity again and the strangely warm feeling she gets from being this close. there's only one thing that falls out of her mouth. ]
Thanks.
[ it's not quite sarcastic, but it's not quite genuine either. she obviously isn't thanking him for calling her a picnic table, and it's not like he really deserves her gratitude. it's more of an empty thank you, said out of obligation rather than having any real weight to it, which is probably why it sounds so awkward. ]
I'm assuming you have a bathroom.
[ she's not going to change in his room, that's for sure. ]
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she rolls her eyes at his comment, a faint hint of amusement in the way the corner of her mouth twitches upward rather downward. she takes the clothes from his hands, their fingers brushing again for only a second. it makes her heart jump, the familiar contact, even if just briefly, and for a moment she can't think of anything to say. she always has a comeback, but she's finding herself at a loss for words, distracted by his proximity again and the strangely warm feeling she gets from being this close. there's only one thing that falls out of her mouth. ]
Thanks.
[ it's not quite sarcastic, but it's not quite genuine either. she obviously isn't thanking him for calling her a picnic table, and it's not like he really deserves her gratitude. it's more of an empty thank you, said out of obligation rather than having any real weight to it, which is probably why it sounds so awkward. ]
I'm assuming you have a bathroom.
[ she's not going to change in his room, that's for sure. ]