no subject

( the fun thing about being toasted beyond comprehension is the distinct lack of examination of how her own insides are responding to this conversation. clarke's vaguely aware of her blood pitching it's symphonic performance of gregorian chants up high, well into operatic soprano tones when her heart rate picks up. but has absolutely no concept of shame or embarrassment, and won't until tomorrow when she re-reads this whole text thread.

then it's over for her.

now? well, it's also over for her, she can't resist cookies, and types out her most legible and problem-free response yet. )

I'm at Steve Harrington's cannibal party, we're all in Tauva.

( uh-huh, super legible, absolutely problem & typo free text. )