[ Of her receiving sexts, not that that's said as clearly as it probably should be. But there is zero chance of her not shutting this down immediately let's be real. ]
[ lexa stares at that w for so long. 'were trying to do?' yes. 'want?' yes. and then there's 'whoever else' and 'not now' like maybe Clarke is actually thinking about it. is spontaneous combustion possible ]
No, I have already made my disinterest clear to her.
[ Clarke can look for herself because the forward arrives a moment later thanks to Lexa's still incomplete understanding of what all these buttons do. It's a girl from the ark judging by what little clothing is visible, slim and dark and fit, her face cut out except for occasional bits of full lips. She starts out in a bra and undresses from there, bare except for a hand between her legs by the last one. The text on it just says 'command me'. ]
[ There's a long pause in which Lexa considers this. In the end she doesn't actually reply before leaving.
The grounder encampment outside Camp Jaha sees more traffic back and forth these days, enough that though she is an infrequent visitor except on formal occasions Lexa knows where Clarke's room is. She shows up at the door without any further warning than having been invited, and knocks. Disarmed at the gate, her fist clenches around her phone instead of a hilt and her long coat and hints of armoring look out of place in the ark's hall. ]
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( read: pls don't tell me the details of your sexting exploits, my heart cannot handle being a third party spectator to that. )
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[ Of her receiving sexts, not that that's said as clearly as it probably should be. But there is zero chance of her not shutting this down immediately let's be real. ]
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Or not good for you. I don't know, do whatever makes you happiest.
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Noted. I'll
make a bulletin?
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[ as if that were ever going to apply to Clarke. it's just hard to find a way to say it that isn't creepy. ]
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I think I'm flattered.
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Good.
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( wow way to fat finger your keyboard and send a half typed message you'd meant to delete clarke, much flustered. )
Not now, obviously. You're still dealing with whoever else sent you things.
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No, I have already made my disinterest clear to her.
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1/2
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And an invitation.
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^^ clarke's internal monologue. )
You should delete them.
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( or destroy it. )
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The grounder encampment outside Camp Jaha sees more traffic back and forth these days, enough that though she is an infrequent visitor except on formal occasions Lexa knows where Clarke's room is. She shows up at the door without any further warning than having been invited, and knocks. Disarmed at the gate, her fist clenches around her phone instead of a hilt and her long coat and hints of armoring look out of place in the ark's hall. ]