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clarke "no chill" griffin ([personal profile] skaikru) wrote2022-03-01 09:48 pm
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[personal profile] mooninthewater 2022-05-02 05:34 am (UTC)(link)
[ Mizuki reaches his other hand over to sandwich hers between them and gives a small laugh. ]

Can I stay here with you for a little while? I'm not sure I wanna be alone right now.

[ Just to be support for a little while. Maybe get some blankets to pile on her. Convince her to take a nap. All under the guise of doing it for himself. ]
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[personal profile] skaikru 2022-05-02 05:58 am (UTC)(link)
( ...okay, the undermining of her current meltdown is prolonged, because of all the things mizuki could have said, that wasn't the request she would have expected. clarke blinks stupidly for a moment or two, and even starts to shake her head from side to side in disbelief. maybe the beginnings of a rejection, becsuse in this moment it feels so, so inviting to be left alone in a dark room to weep without anyone seeing her.

but. duty. )

Don't you have more antitoxins to give out?
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[personal profile] mooninthewater 2022-05-06 05:08 am (UTC)(link)
No one's gonna get poisoned today, don't worry.

[ Let Mizuki reiterate: I'm not leaving you. Not like this. Please, don't be sad. ]

Besides, it's better this way. If I'm not feeling well, I might forget to tell them something important.
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[personal profile] skaikru 2022-05-06 06:05 am (UTC)(link)
( but sad is her baseline.

his request has clarke looking around the confines of 108 and realizing she's literally never had a purely social call here. it's not a place brimming with exciting things to do, she doesn't even have a deck of cards and the television is perpetually switched off. her roommate doesn't do much and hasn't acquired a lot of items on board either, but clarke's half of the room is still ridiculously hoarded with useless items in the name of survival. and the walls are papered with a dozen pages from notebooks with notes, rough drawn maps, and lists. she's very aware that there is literally nothing to do here other than occasionally sleep, and murderboard. it isn't comfy, it isn't homey, it isn't even welcoming.

but none of that equates a refusal to someone who says they're in need. )

Um. Sure.

What kind of not feeling well? Do you want a glass of water?

( don't mind her, shoving anxiety down with a sniff and slipping into the comfort of a leader/caretaker role. )
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