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I bet you’re doing it right now.

[Hah!

Palamedes isn’t even intoxicated, but he’s grinning stupidly at his phone while he types. Never mind that his ears are still pink, and his stomach is doing summersaults, and that he’s probably going to pray for the floor to swallow him up next time he sees Clarke in person (which will likely be very soon).]

All questions are good questions. Even if there were stupid questions, I can’t imagine you asking one.

I can bring you cookies if you tell me where you are?

[skaikru]

( 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. )

[hellonspectacles]

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