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[blueboyscout]

Clark arrived at the Planet right on time as usual. People bumped into him as they bustled about their busy days. "Sorry." Clark said. "Excuse me." He'd say, even though it wasn't his fault. "Good morning Marcia." he said, only to have her keep walking, not even noticing he was there. He sighed and pushed his glasses up his nose with a finger

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[vicioussweetie]

Fifteen minutes later, a delivery "boy" of nearing middle age stops by Clark's desk. He doesn't seem to speak English, or in fact any language that isn't grunts and vaguely rude gestures, but he leaves a big takeout cup on the desk. On investigation, it's full of mango smoothie.

((Hope this is cool with you.))

[blueboyscout]

Clark looks up at him. "Umm. Thank you." He looks to the cup and opens it up, taking a sniff. "Mmm."