Clarice and Rora

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Rora and Clarice bump into each other. It doesn't go all that badly for a little while, Rora even offers to take Clarice shopping! That is, until Clarice accidently makes the mistake of insinuating that Rora is American. Or at least, insinuating in Rora's head. Luckily, Aurora probably won't remember any of this by tomorrow! French cursing in italics.


Her lipchap was missing. First her loofah, now her lipchap. Satan really needed to stop going through her things, it was getting annoying. The idea of her losing the lipchap was completely out of the question; why would Aurora lose her lipchap? She liked it. That was just silly. But, she supposed, it wouldn't be too difficult to zip around the mansion at sound speed, just to be sure.

"Hey!" Clarice yelled as Aurora zipped passed her, teleporting to the room she was headed to, "Slow down!"

"Can't! Lipchap needs to be saved!" Aurora called over her shoulder, before zipping around the last final rooms, and ending up beside Clarice again. She stared at her suspiciously, eying her up and down. "You've stolen my lipchap, haven't you?"

"Your lip-what?" Clarice asked, staring right back at Aurora. "I didn't steal it."

"No," Aurora asked, blinking once, before screeching, a high-pitched, angry noise, and shaking her fist at the ground. "Damn you, Satan! Stop stealing my belongings! I already gave you my God-damned loofah!"

"Maybe it was Blinky?" Clarice suggested, trying to calm the older woman down, "If it was green he might've eaten it. Actually, he might've eaten it regardless."

Aurora paused her ranting to stare at the younger girl again. "You're talking without sense."

"I do that," Clarice agreed, "but not this time. Blinky is Marie-Ange's blue umlaut. He wanders around a lot and eats things. He's partial to socks and green things. Hide your green socks."

"What about green and another colour striped socks?" Aurora asked, still suspicious. Satan occasionally took the form of little girls. He got a kick out of it.

"Still a chance. Anything with green. But he'll eventually burp it all back up," had she really been at Xavier's long enough that this didn't bother her? Wait, she'd lived with Marie-Ange too, "Just rinse it or wash it and it's fine."

The fact that hadn't phased Aurora in the least also spoke volumes. "Well, that's helpful. I will first need to find a machine that does washing. My acquirements have stopped disappearing and then reappearing in a clean state."

"Paul sends his laundry out. The rest of us peons do it in the laundry rooms on each floor," Clarice informed her, not noticing the lack of freaking from Aurora. Xavier's was just one of those go-with-the-flow places.

"I think I shall try this 'out' thing that you speak of. Peons do not suit me unless they are mine," Aurora observed calmly, sticking her hands in her pockets. "Oh!" she cried, pulling out a small, pink tube. "Lipchap!"

"See? Not even green," Clarice smugly replied, thanking whatever god there may be that she found it. And that Blinky would be spared her wrath.

Staring at the lipchap with a far off look, Aurora turned around, skipping down the hallway. They'd come to the conclusion that Clarice had not stolen her lipchap and said lipchap was not green. It seemed like a good conversation closer to her.

"Hey! Wait!" Clarice followed her down the hall, mildly perturbed.

"Yeeeees?" Aurora questioned, turning around slowly with a raised eyebrow.

'You forgot your sanity,' Clarice almost said, but stopped herself. Restraint. "You mentioned something last week about going shopping?"

Aurora blinked, thinking back. Her memory didn't tend to be very good. It could remember simple things, like the ten-thousandth digit of pi, but this? "Possibly. What of it?"

"Well, do you want to?" Clarice asked, realizing that Aurora didn't follow conversations well. "Go shopping."

"Sugar plum, I always want to go shopping. Especially since they won't let me do anything in this fucking place. Something about being unstable. It's not my fault he looks an awful lot like Walter." Aurora had a little thing called the attention span of a seven year old.

Clarice giggled at Aurora's train-of-thought way of speaking, it was kinda hard to follow, but refreshing that someone else spoke like she tended to think. "Most people don't leave during the week because of activities and things, but we do on weekends. Paul and I have gone to the city to the garment district. Amazing place, I'm sure he can take us again." She was not stupid enough to mention the instability.

Aurora sighed, gesturing with one hand and rolling her eyes. "Yes, things like classes and other borings whatnots. Maybe I'll come crash French one of these days, teach you all to curse properly as opposed to this chicken speech I'm sure you're being forced to learn." Aurora was easily riled up, tossing her hair over her shoulder. "And you do know that if you can figure out how to get there, I can drive, oui? Not decently, according to most everybody, but certainly the fun way."

If Aurora was willing to admit her driving wasn't the best, then Clarice was pretty sure she didn't want to be in a car with her. Ever. "Do you have an American license? Because I can drive if you do!"

"Of course I do not!" Aurora replied sharply, making a face. "I have a Canadian license. Because I am a Canadian. I do not enjoy blowing up random countries for fun while pretending it's for peace. Watch your mouth."

"I know you're not American!" Clarice replied sharply, "But I don't know if American law will let me drive with you! And blowing things up is bad."

Aurora gave the younger girl an evil look, eyes flaring. You did not even hint to her, or any Canadian, that they were American. It was just the excuse they needed to kick your rear end. But this one was a friend of Paul's, so. "Well. Look it up. I don't know your laws either but at least you've figured the blowing up thing out."

"Fine then!" Clarice was getting annoyed, Paul's sister or not. "I'll go look!"

Aurora gave Clarice a long, silent look, not bothering to hide the slight edge behind her eyes that usually made people back away. "Don't get snippy with me, little one. Frown lines are not becoming."

Clarice turned to leave, rolling her eyes, "Whatever. You're the one who wanted to go out so badly."

"I wanted to go out with the smart girl Paul has told me so much about. The one who is loving and tolerant and took care of him when I couldn't be there, oui? Not the easily offended, hasn't quite got over her rebel phase... thing before me. Do let me know when that's changed, I know this perfect little number from Versace that would look divine on you. Bonjour, chere!" Rora replied dismissively, walking away with a little wave of her hand and a skip in her step.

Well. Clarice watched her go, unsure what had just happened. "She's nuts," she muttered, reassuring herself that she hadn't actually done anything wrong. "I'm 16!"