Kevin & Clarice | Saturday evening
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xp_logsClarice shows up at Kevin's door with gifts to try to cheer him up. Clearly Fred, his doom cloud, is in full effect, though.
Banging with one fist on Kevin's door, Clarice paused long enough to yell, "I know you're in there Ford! Get your southern ass out here!" through the door. She'd been worried about him, had been ever since their email conversation the other day. Except since he wouldn't be social, she had done the next best thing - other than glitter him. She'd made him a present. Now she'd be damned if she'd just leave it outside his door.
Kevin groaned to himself. He'd locked himself away after having tracked boy Laurie and Yvette down that morning so they wouldn't worry about him. Once that guilt wasn't gnawing away at him he'd felt okay with locking himself away with music and his sketchbook along with some smaller bits of metal and his portable soldering iron. He went to the door but he didn't open it. Instead he slid a piece of paper under the door that read "Do Not Disturb" complete with skeletons and dilapidated ship on the rocks of the shore.
Clarice took the paper raising an eyebrow. "Cute picture," she commented, flipping it over and writing 'Comfort the disturbed, disturb the comfortable' on the other side with little skulls and sliding it back under the door. "I come bearing presents. Happy Birthday!"
Damn persistent women! Did he keep the company of a single passive female? Probably only Yvette. Arg. "Go away, Clarice," he called from inside the room. "My birthday's not for another month an' a half."
Oh. Well, she hadn't known that. Nor did she much care, "But I have your present now. I wanna give it to you. I've been working on it forever!" the good news was that even though she was cleared for minor teleporting, which this certainly counted for, she wasn't going to teleport in. He'd locked the door and so long as she didn't think he was slitting his wrists or anything else stupid, she'd not come in like that.
"Ah'm not opening the door," he responded with a thick air of obstinacy. "And I swear to God if you pop in here I will take off half your arm before you can teleport away." His mood had gotten darker and darker since he'd locked himself in. He was at the point of drawing dead bodies whose flesh was flaking off in the wind. Kevin certainly did know how to travel with his happy thoughts.
"I'm not coming in," she called through the door, getting pissed, "I just want to see your scowling face when you open your present. Then I go away. Because if you don't take it now, I'm going to give it to needy kids in Africa," or something. Probably she'd keep it for later, but no sense in telling him that.
"Then give it to kids in Africa!" The impatience was mounting and it came across clearly in his voice. Did no one understand him when he said go away? Did no one get that he wasn't quite kidding when he wanted to be left alone?
Rolling her eyes, Clarice groaned theatrically, "Ugh. Fine. It's out here when you want it. Along with some Midol!" there wasn't actually any Midol, but he needed some. Completely and utterly. She paused then asked, "Do you want me to beat Jay up for you or something? Or um....anything you need?"
"Throw him off a fucking cliff and make sure he doesn't heal before I test whether or not he can regrow the entire back half of his head." Clearly she'd just struck the right chord as witnessed by him actually swearing. That seemed to be happening a lot more than usual lately and Jay was always involved somehow.
Ah, well, at least it wasn't her. "Fine then, I'm leaving the box out here, Murky Dismal!" she was not going to throw Jay off a cliff, but maybe something. He could not keep hurting Kevin like this and have her not say something, that was that.
Kevin wrote a note to himself on the corner of his current page to go get the box eventually but he wasn't opening the door until he was sure she was gone and he couldn't heard anyone else on the other side. At this rate he was sure he'd snap and melt someone's face off just because they were there.
Banging with one fist on Kevin's door, Clarice paused long enough to yell, "I know you're in there Ford! Get your southern ass out here!" through the door. She'd been worried about him, had been ever since their email conversation the other day. Except since he wouldn't be social, she had done the next best thing - other than glitter him. She'd made him a present. Now she'd be damned if she'd just leave it outside his door.
Kevin groaned to himself. He'd locked himself away after having tracked boy Laurie and Yvette down that morning so they wouldn't worry about him. Once that guilt wasn't gnawing away at him he'd felt okay with locking himself away with music and his sketchbook along with some smaller bits of metal and his portable soldering iron. He went to the door but he didn't open it. Instead he slid a piece of paper under the door that read "Do Not Disturb" complete with skeletons and dilapidated ship on the rocks of the shore.
Clarice took the paper raising an eyebrow. "Cute picture," she commented, flipping it over and writing 'Comfort the disturbed, disturb the comfortable' on the other side with little skulls and sliding it back under the door. "I come bearing presents. Happy Birthday!"
Damn persistent women! Did he keep the company of a single passive female? Probably only Yvette. Arg. "Go away, Clarice," he called from inside the room. "My birthday's not for another month an' a half."
Oh. Well, she hadn't known that. Nor did she much care, "But I have your present now. I wanna give it to you. I've been working on it forever!" the good news was that even though she was cleared for minor teleporting, which this certainly counted for, she wasn't going to teleport in. He'd locked the door and so long as she didn't think he was slitting his wrists or anything else stupid, she'd not come in like that.
"Ah'm not opening the door," he responded with a thick air of obstinacy. "And I swear to God if you pop in here I will take off half your arm before you can teleport away." His mood had gotten darker and darker since he'd locked himself in. He was at the point of drawing dead bodies whose flesh was flaking off in the wind. Kevin certainly did know how to travel with his happy thoughts.
"I'm not coming in," she called through the door, getting pissed, "I just want to see your scowling face when you open your present. Then I go away. Because if you don't take it now, I'm going to give it to needy kids in Africa," or something. Probably she'd keep it for later, but no sense in telling him that.
"Then give it to kids in Africa!" The impatience was mounting and it came across clearly in his voice. Did no one understand him when he said go away? Did no one get that he wasn't quite kidding when he wanted to be left alone?
Rolling her eyes, Clarice groaned theatrically, "Ugh. Fine. It's out here when you want it. Along with some Midol!" there wasn't actually any Midol, but he needed some. Completely and utterly. She paused then asked, "Do you want me to beat Jay up for you or something? Or um....anything you need?"
"Throw him off a fucking cliff and make sure he doesn't heal before I test whether or not he can regrow the entire back half of his head." Clearly she'd just struck the right chord as witnessed by him actually swearing. That seemed to be happening a lot more than usual lately and Jay was always involved somehow.
Ah, well, at least it wasn't her. "Fine then, I'm leaving the box out here, Murky Dismal!" she was not going to throw Jay off a cliff, but maybe something. He could not keep hurting Kevin like this and have her not say something, that was that.
Kevin wrote a note to himself on the corner of his current page to go get the box eventually but he wasn't opening the door until he was sure she was gone and he couldn't heard anyone else on the other side. At this rate he was sure he'd snap and melt someone's face off just because they were there.
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