[ he takes a wide step back, clearing the doorway for her. he hadn't realised he'd been blocking the way. clarisse, after all, is a bull, and when something blocks her path, she doesn't stand there idly watching it. it's always been something he'd been envious of, her ability to just charge at anything so confidently. a hermes kid sort of stumbles when in the face of something big and foreboding. he'd know — he tripped over his own feet a few times. ]
[ luke doesn't want to think of what it means that she's simply not pushing him out of the way and stomping her way to his bathroom. it's not that she's developed manners or anything. it's something deeper that he can't see, not even he can figure it out with his years of knowing her. ]
[ with a wide gesture of his arm sweeping the air, he waits for clarisse to step over the threshold. it's not a gesture made out of mocking, but an invitation. he doesn't feel his mouth working at the moment to properly answer her, let alone mumble a sorry. hermes kids aren't the most talented with their tongues, but they're good at thinking on their feet and manipulating almost anything — space not excluded. ]
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[ luke doesn't want to think of what it means that she's simply not pushing him out of the way and stomping her way to his bathroom. it's not that she's developed manners or anything. it's something deeper that he can't see, not even he can figure it out with his years of knowing her. ]
[ with a wide gesture of his arm sweeping the air, he waits for clarisse to step over the threshold. it's not a gesture made out of mocking, but an invitation. he doesn't feel his mouth working at the moment to properly answer her, let alone mumble a sorry. hermes kids aren't the most talented with their tongues, but they're good at thinking on their feet and manipulating almost anything — space not excluded. ]