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Dec 11, 2006 16:52

It sucked that Clementine had been spending so much time alone lately. Since the altercation with Mark, Roger and Mimi and not being invited to the Halpert's Thanksgiving, she'd become even more of a loner than usual. She was mostly used to it by now, but she had purposely been spending less and less time in the compound ( Read more... )

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one__song December 12 2006, 01:12:25 UTC
Every few minutes, Roger would check over the book he was reading, just to make sure no one had seen him. Sure, his plaid pants were visable, and all of the injuries, and some of his big bushy head, but if Mark caught wind that he'd been reading to pass the time (thought it was Brave New World), he would up and die of shock.

This is probably why he didn't see Clementine. Well. Not at first.

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oh_muh_darlin December 12 2006, 01:34:56 UTC
She passed over a cluster of romance novels, making a small face at them, not really in the mood for anything with Fabio on the cover-- a random wind blowing through his hair.

Yeah. Right.

She found a copy of Hamletand grabbed it, stuffing it into her bag as she turned around.

Roger was on the couch.

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one__song December 12 2006, 02:39:50 UTC
The bag was what caught his attention, and in his mind, he saw a gritty Mark-style closeup on that bag leaned against his shitty island-made guitar stand, then Clem laughing, Clem leaned up against him, Clem 13 years old and still with that sailor mouth.

The book slowly drooped below his sightline, his image forgotten, and he just looked at her. He was hoping that the pang of longing in his heart wasn't apparent in his eyes, but Roger wasn't very much aware that his eyes gave him away more that fifty percent of the time. And there he was was, bare and staring and he'd missed her.

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oh_muh_darlin December 12 2006, 03:11:38 UTC
Clementine looked at Roger for a moment, then pursed her lips. She hadn't really expected to be able to avoid Roger, but fuck if she wasn't reacting like she told herself she wouldn't. But she wasn't saying anything, and he wasn't saying anything, so what was the point here?

"Right." She said, throwing her bag on her back and starting to walk towards the door.

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