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Our house, in the middle of our street
Jan. 2nd, 2012 11:31 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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bandagedbanditbandagedbandit[It hasn't been the best day for Clarissa. After (bitching, whining, confining herself to the overnight room for hours instead of working) complaining of feeling exhausted and achy all day, she had decided enough was enough. As forcefully as one can be when they feel like the inside of their head has been packed-tight with cotton-wool, she had pawned-off her remaining paperwork onto the displeased grunts, before finally grabbing her things and leaving the base early.
A short while later, she is standing not outside her own front door, but Lance's. Her apartment would have been much easier to return to, but for some reason Clarissa is here instead. ...She just felt like it, okay? It's not like she wanted to see him that badly that she'd even drag herself all the way here when she's sick or anything, gosh. She hits the buzzer, not having the energy to rudely assault the door today (the only time Clarissa acts like a rational person is when something is wrong), before standing there swaying as she waits for Lance to answer, eyes screwed shut and knocking her palm against her forehead as if that will somehow dislodge the dull, heavy pain out of her head.]
A short while later, she is standing not outside her own front door, but Lance's. Her apartment would have been much easier to return to, but for some reason Clarissa is here instead. ...She just felt like it, okay? It's not like she wanted to see him that badly that she'd even drag herself all the way here when she's sick or anything, gosh. She hits the buzzer, not having the energy to rudely assault the door today (the only time Clarissa acts like a rational person is when something is wrong), before standing there swaying as she waits for Lance to answer, eyes screwed shut and knocking her palm against her forehead as if that will somehow dislodge the dull, heavy pain out of her head.]
