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[hellonspectacles]

[Palamedes blushes up to the very tips of his ears. His mouth goes dry. For a long moment, he just stares at the phone.]

Are you sure about that, Clarke? Cookies are awfully good. Especially if you go to the buffet around midnight. The chocolate ones are always fresh then.

[For a genius, Pal isn't very good at taking compliments.]

I like the way you tuck your hair behind your ears when you're reading. I like how much you like art. I like the way your face scrunches up when you refuse to back down from an argument.

But you're still a tease.

:)

[skaikru]

I don't scrunch my face up ( she types, while absolutely scrunching up her face. )

and stooooop. tha'ts so mean, I'm so hungry right now but my legs feel like rocks, that's not fair ( she has to type single handedly, because she's actively eating a piece of garlic bread right now. that silly, stupid little punchdrunk smile dancing around her lips is completely smeared in butter grease. )

ANd I promise you I'm not. i think I'm being very gravyfying
gratifying here

I also like listening to you talk in general.. i think you're really smart, and i like when i ask a dumb question and you don't act like it's dumb. you just look at up like you're proud of me for asking anything at all.

[hellonspectacles]

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]

[Continued here.]