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[torch_reporter]

So. Another slow day at the Planet means that Chloe has been once again left without much to do. The boys are still in California aiding with rescue relief, leaving Watchtower without any of her flock to look over

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[littlestcooper]

Seeing as she's at the Cooper residence, it should not be totally astonishing that she encounters Lucy Cooper.

For Lucy's part-- Chloe's visit is more or less expected. Clark has that smell when he thinks about her - the one Renee had for Lionel, more than the ones Alice had for her endless parade of temporary companions.

(If Chloe knew very much about Lucy, she'd be heartened to learn that this brings her a firm exemption from ever getting eaten. She's Clark's. That counts as family.)

So. Lucy, carrying a half-eaten apple in one hand, appears at the door when she notices the scent of this-is-Clark's-girl outside.

"Hello," she says, carefully. "You're Chloe."

It is not a question. Lucy knows. The other self's nose does not lie.

[torch_reporter]

Chloe's eyes widen and she stumbles out of her seat, nearly colliding with a cabinet in the process. She blinks, shaking her head and glaring.

"What the hell was that?"

She could have warned her.

[littlestcooper]

Lucy glares back.

Yep, definitely pouting.

"The other self."

Headtilt.

"Why she told me not to eat."

[torch_reporter]

Chloe crosses her arms and shakes her head.

"Rewind. The other what?"

[littlestcooper]

"The other self."

...Because of course that's enough explanation. Yes.

[torch_reporter]

"That is so not an explanation."

[littlestcooper]

Lucy shifts up for another brief moment and shrugs, claws clicking, before shifting back down to human again.

"I'm bad with those," she adds as an afterthought.

[torch_reporter]

It's rather clear by the expression on her face that she's relieved to see the human Lucy again. But the laugh has nothing to do with that and everything to do to her sentence instead.

"They help, you know. Especially in these sorts of situations."

[littlestcooper]

"Words," Lucy clarifies, shrugging again. "I don't..."

She trails off. A third shrug, more helpless than the last.

[torch_reporter]

"You don't like them, do you?"

Chloe unfolds her words, taking a step closer to Lucy. Poor girl. No wonder she never went out in public without someone.

[littlestcooper]

Lucy nods, smiling ruefully.

"Or they, me."

[torch_reporter]

"Shame," she mutters sincerely. "I kinda like them."

[littlestcooper]

"I know."

Tiny grin. The scent of eloquence is all over Chloe.

[torch_reporter]

"Read my stuff then?"

[littlestcooper]

She shakes her head earnestly.

"Don't think so."

It's not often Lucy reads the newspaper, really, and when she does it's certainly not at Alice's place.

[torch_reporter]

"Oh."

To her credit, Chloe only looks mildly disappointed.

"Then how'd you know?"