( very briefly, just for a flash, clarke favors hannibal with a scowl that really reinforces the fact it was his fault — i had that — but just as immediately, she's crouching to pick up her milk drenched swiss army knife. shakes a few errant drops of, then folds it into the hem of her shirt to dry more completely as the milk bag gurgles and seeps against the tiles.
she stands up again just as expediently, and has a better handle on her face. catches the thin little smile that dances across his. and while she still feels a twang of guilt for how things had gone down in maze, she notes that his nose bears no sign of bruising; the marks on her own throat almost completely melted away too, just the faintest shade of yellow finger indents remaining. )
It's fine. I'm kind of tired of diner food anyway.
( and cafeteria food, and gas station food, and just in general she doesn't feel very hungry. hasn't even noticed the day slip by towards the lunch hour. )
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she stands up again just as expediently, and has a better handle on her face. catches the thin little smile that dances across his. and while she still feels a twang of guilt for how things had gone down in maze, she notes that his nose bears no sign of bruising; the marks on her own throat almost completely melted away too, just the faintest shade of yellow finger indents remaining. )
It's fine. I'm kind of tired of diner food anyway.
( and cafeteria food, and gas station food, and just in general she doesn't feel very hungry. hasn't even noticed the day slip by towards the lunch hour. )