(abby has no idea what you're talking about... how dare you assume.......... she's never heard of greek fire before in her entire life
she can't help but mimic clarisse's smirk. this whole thing is pretty hilarious, and even more so that clarisse isn't embarrassed, or annoyed that she asked about it. almost seems like she was waiting for her to ask.)
I feel like if you're trying to explain it by starting off with 'we're not really related' you're already in trouble. (but she's only teasing, now. it's gods, right. it's different. they're not actually born, or whatever, they come into existence with little fanfare.)
Right. I've– wondered that about me and Lev, actually. (people don't get the survivor thing over here. that you can meet somebody and form a pact with them in as little as a day; anything, in order to keep each other alive. it's what lev is to her. somebody she'd give her life for, somebody deeply important to her, and somebody not related to her in any way.) Dunno if I could get away with calling us cousins, though.
[ Maybe Clarisse is just being dumb, or more likely it's because of her family situation, which is Weird with a capital W, but she doesn't really get why Abby couldn't say Lev was her cousin. If she wanted to. But she senses that's not really the point in what Abby's saying, and shrugs. ]
It's nobody's business anyway.
[ Like, yeah, she doesn't really get what the deal is with Abby and Lev exactly, but she hasn't really asked, either. Because it isn't her business. She gets what it's like to be all in on someone for reasons other people don't understand, and that's enough. ]
True. (it's just for her and lev. and clarisse and nico respectively, though abby knows now that they don't have the same thing going on at all.
she's done with the polaroids, at any rate.)
Do you live here by yourself?
(it's a lot nicer than her and lev's place. which is weird, because their place is bigger, which abby would assume made it better, but... looking around at how inviting and interesting clarisse's place is, maybe. maybe not.)
[ Clarisse snorts and grabs a tufted throw pillow off the couch. She throws it at Abby, because... because. That's what friends do, right? ]
If you think I bought this shit, you don't know me at all. [ She's grinning, though. She doesn't get the shopping thing at all, but she thinks it's cute when Bella does it. ] Bella moved in after I woke up from being dead in December. [ So casual, Clarisse, damn. ]
(it's definitely what friends do, and it makes her laugh, even when she doesn't completely manage to catch the pillow before it beans her in the face.)
I just assumed you bought it to try and impress some girl. (because that seems like the kind of thing clarisse would do; the chicken currently marinating in the kitchen is proof. she likes that talking about bella always makes clarisse grin, it's cute in a disgusting way, and she's happy for them.)
Wasn't that when I met you for the first time too? Passed out on the floor in the gym like a wimp?
I wasn't passed out. [ Just, like, nearly!!! Excuse you, Abigail. ] But, yeah. That whole month sucked so bad. I could never sleep, so I just went to the gym or walked around town all night instead.
[ Demigods don't get sick unless something poisons them, so Clarisse's experience with ways of appropriately dealing with the flu is, uh, limited. ]
Just once. And ha ha, that's really rich coming from someone who's been here like two whole weeks. Make it a year without dying and then you can make fun of me. [ That seems fair, right? ]
[ Clarisse chuckles, but it's soft, almost gentle. She doesn't want Abby to think she's laughing at her, but she totally recognizes the look on her face. That realization. ]
I think that was around when I stopped looking for a way to get home. Actively, I mean.
(abby grunts. she's trying not to let how bothered she is show on her face, but she's fucking awful at it. there's a little furrow between her eyebrows.)
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she can't help but mimic clarisse's smirk. this whole thing is pretty hilarious, and even more so that clarisse isn't embarrassed, or annoyed that she asked about it. almost seems like she was waiting for her to ask.)
I feel like if you're trying to explain it by starting off with 'we're not really related' you're already in trouble. (but she's only teasing, now. it's gods, right. it's different. they're not actually born, or whatever, they come into existence with little fanfare.)
Right. I've– wondered that about me and Lev, actually. (people don't get the survivor thing over here. that you can meet somebody and form a pact with them in as little as a day; anything, in order to keep each other alive. it's what lev is to her. somebody she'd give her life for, somebody deeply important to her, and somebody not related to her in any way.) Dunno if I could get away with calling us cousins, though.
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It's nobody's business anyway.
[ Like, yeah, she doesn't really get what the deal is with Abby and Lev exactly, but she hasn't really asked, either. Because it isn't her business. She gets what it's like to be all in on someone for reasons other people don't understand, and that's enough. ]
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she's done with the polaroids, at any rate.)
Do you live here by yourself?
(it's a lot nicer than her and lev's place. which is weird, because their place is bigger, which abby would assume made it better, but... looking around at how inviting and interesting clarisse's place is, maybe. maybe not.)
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If you think I bought this shit, you don't know me at all. [ She's grinning, though. She doesn't get the shopping thing at all, but she thinks it's cute when Bella does it. ] Bella moved in after I woke up from being dead in December. [ So casual, Clarisse, damn. ]
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I just assumed you bought it to try and impress some girl. (because that seems like the kind of thing clarisse would do; the chicken currently marinating in the kitchen is proof. she likes that talking about bella always makes clarisse grin, it's cute in a disgusting way, and she's happy for them.)
Wasn't that when I met you for the first time too? Passed out on the floor in the gym like a wimp?
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[ Demigods don't get sick unless something poisons them, so Clarisse's experience with ways of appropriately dealing with the flu is, uh, limited. ]
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(semantics!)
How many times have you died? Maybe you should get a different hobby.
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Excuse me, I've been here, like– (she puffs her cheeks up, and exhales roughly as she realises:) three months.
(fuck. that's a lot longer than two weeks.)
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I think that was around when I stopped looking for a way to get home. Actively, I mean.
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Yeah.
Guess that'll be me, soon.
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You'll go home eventually. Everyone does.
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Yeah. (she doesn't really want to talk about it anyway, so) What time is Bella due home?
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Sure. (she doesn't need movies, though. she's fine to collapse on clarisse's couch and just talk to her while she works on her big romantic meal.)