Breaking into yo house, sleeping in yo bed, intruding in all yo private places

[bandagedbandit]

[After a rather eventful night Clarissa has finally woken up. The unfamiliar room she finds herself in and the fact there's another person in the bed with her result in a moment of disorientated panic before the memories of last night come seeping back through the sleepy haze.

Considering how late a night it was and all the chaos that led up to it, she's actually feeling very well-rested and refreshed, though the amount of sunlight filtering in from around the seams of the curtains alerts her to how late she and her host must have slept, and her ankle still pangs every time she moves it. More sleep sounds like a good thing, so she'll go back to clutching the bundle of duvet in her arms (which she went back to clinging to instead of Silver sometime before waking up) and closes her eyes again.]

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[nameissilver]

[GRABS for it again] No, it's not!! You had no fucking right to be snooping around in my things, you bitch!

[bandagedbandit]

[Clarissa glares, yanking the photo out of the way before Silver can grab it once again.]

What the hell are you so pissed off for? I found it on [more like under] the sofa. It's just a photo!

[nameissilver]

[EMOTIONAL EYETWITCH OF DOOM]

Just a photo.

Did you take a good fucking look at it, bitch?

[bandagedbandit]

Stop fucking calling me that! Yeah, I looked at it! Looks pretty damn like 'just a photo' to me!

[nameissilver]

[this time he puts everything he's GOT into that grab and wrenches the photo from her hands, somehow managing not to trad it in the process]

You just don't fucking get it. [stomps out of the kitchen and down the hall]

[bandagedbandit]

[It's a good thing Clarissa wasn't holding onto it too tightly. Judging by Silver's reaction things might not have ended well if it had been ripped in two.]

Wha— Hey! Where are you going?!

[nameissilver]

[he's going back to his bedroom and SLAMMING the door shut behind him. He then proceeds to throw the photo onto the floor, throw himself onto the bed and sulk like crazy]

[bandagedbandit]

[...Ugh, dammit.

She can hardly chase after him so she and Magmar have to make another slow journey upstairs. ...Fucking stairs. Her cabin at the edge of the forest is all on one level, and even back at home she lives in an apartment and only has to worry about stairs when the lift breaks down (which admittedly it does a lot).

Once outside Silver's room, what does she do? Why, try the handle of course. Yes she plans to just waltz straight in there if she's able to.]

[nameissilver]

[Unfortunately for you, Clarissa, the door is locked.]

Go away.

[bandagedbandit]

[...Of course. Clarissa bangs her fist against the door.]

No.

[nameissilver]

[bang all you want, he's still not gonna open it and you're sure as hell not gonna break it]

[bandagedbandit]

[Clarissa kicks the door angrily before turning around and leaning against it. She lets herself slide down to the floor, sitting with her back pressed to the wood, leg with the injured foot sprawled out and the other one tucked up close to her.]

I'm not leaving until you come out!

[nameissilver]

Why? So you can make fun of me some more? You really are a bitch. [he can't believe he actually thought she was cute or let her share his bed]

[bandagedbandit]

Tch! Who knew you were so damn sensitive...look, just open up! You really are acting like a brat.

[nameissilver]

...shut up! [he glares at the picture staring up at him from the floor. So what if he looks stupid...it's the only decent memory he has of Dad and she had no right to mock it or even look at it]

[bandagedbandit]

...Why's this such a big deal to you, anyway?

[nameissilver]

You wouldn't understand.

[bandagedbandit]

It's just a photo! [Again with that.]

[nameissilver]

You don't get it. It's- [no, self, we are NOT gonna explain why it's such a big deal. Forget it] Try to figure it out for yourself.

[bandagedbandit]

[No. We're going to try and provoke you into explaining it. Let's test the waters a bit.] Why, because it has your dad on it? It's still just paper.

[nameissilver]

[congratulations, you got it in one. Silver punches the bed in frustration, fighting back tears]

Fuck you, and get the hell out of my house before I pick you up and throw you out!

[bandagedbandit]

[...always with the tears, Silver.]

Why do you care so much about me seeing it?

[nameissilver]

[hey, you think he fucking enjoys it?]

...I just do! [he doesn't like it when other people know about his Daddy Issues and that photo is a big part of them]

[bandagedbandit]

[Because Clarissa doesn't already know the whole scope on the Daddy Issues thing from the last time Silver blew up about it, nope...

Clarissa sighs and lapses into silence, pressing her head back against the door. She remains quite for a little while, before she finally speaks again.]

You might've looked cute in it, y'know. ...Sort of. Dumb...but cute.

[nameissilver]

[He was hoping she'd forgotten about it, but no such luck. Life doesn't work out the way you want it to, Silver!

At that "cute" he lifts his head up a little]

...I was five.