[ 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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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.)