Room 418, Friday Evening

[wrongkindofsith]

Given she was not a sentimentalist even when it didn't feel like the island was going out of its way to provoke her, this had been a trying week for Cara. Between one thing and another, by the time Friday evening rolled around, she was not the happiest Mord'Sith in Fandom (something of an achievement, considering she was the only Mord'Sith in Fandom).

Which was how instead of getting ready for the dance she came to be sprawled out on her bed sans leathers, occasionally casting a death glare at an innocent bunch of roses. Mostly innocent. The bastard things did keep making her sneeze, after all.

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[redandblueblur.livejournal.com]

Clark so failed at doing what Cara would like, always forgetting that she wasn't really the flowers type of girl or the girl who'd want to get dressed up and go to a dance. This didn't stop him from going to her room all dressed up and knocking on the door with a quiet, "Hey Cara, it's me, Clark." Like she wouldn't know the sound of his voice.

[wrongkindofsith]

Well, that was one thing that would get Cara out of her sulk (not that she would ever call what she had been doing sulking). "It's unlocked," she called out, pulling on that old shirt of Richard's.

It long enough to cover everything important, so as far she was concerned it counted as enough clothing.

[redandblueblur.livejournal.com]

Clark entered, shutting the door behind him before even trying to decide how he should react to Cara in that old shirt. "I'm gonna guess we're not going to the dance, huh?" Which was, in some ways just fine with him, but wow were they so not normal.

[wrongkindofsith]

"No." Then because that was a touch too blunt, even for her. "Not that I don't appreciate the effort you've made." In case he hadn't gotten a clue by the way she eyed him whenever he got dressed up like that.

Then she sneezed.

Stupid flowers.

[redandblueblur.livejournal.com]

If she was going to just stay all sprawled like that, sneezing despite her appreciation for his suit, Clark was just going to have to take off the jacket and toss it on a chair before climbing onto the bed beside her. "I thought you might. I don't hate what you're wearing either."

[wrongkindofsith]

It was little things like that she appreciated just as much as the suits. She shrugged as she moved from her sprawl to something more resembling sitting. "It was this or open the door naked."

Not that the idea doing the latter just to see what he would have done hadn't crossed her mind.

[redandblueblur.livejournal.com]

"Well, that would've changed the uh, atmosphere of the room," Clark said smartly. "You feeling okay?"

[wrongkindofsith]

Normally she would have just brushed that off, because sulking in your room was always a sign of things being perfectly fine, but right now sighing and moving over to lie in his lap instead seemed a much better idea. "I just want this week to be over with."

[redandblueblur.livejournal.com]

Strange how a cuddly Cara was almost a bad sign. Clark leaned down and pet his hand over her hair. "What'd I miss? One of the monkeys attack you?"

[wrongkindofsith]

You could blame over half a lifetime's worth of conditioning and emotional repression for that.

"Not unless you'd count Bruce temporarily going insane and declaring his deep and abiding love for me an attack," she replied, cuddling in closer. Frankly, she would have preferred the attack. "Just everything. The deal everyone is making about this."

[redandblueblur.livejournal.com]

Clark was going to let the temporary part of that mean he didn't have to go get in Bruce's stupid face about hitting on his girlfriend. Even if it did make Clark frown in that injured sort of way he had. "Yeah, Valentine's is kind of a big hearts and flowers and feelings sort of holiday. I guess you guys don't have stuff like that back home, huh?"

[wrongkindofsith]

Cara rolled her eyes and reached up to brush his face with her fingers. "Stop frowning. I turned him down. Repeatedly."

"We don't have a day for them." She wasn't going to comment on the universality of men with feelings and flowers.

[redandblueblur.livejournal.com]

"Of course you did, because you're the best," he said, turning his head so he could kiss her fingertips. "So you guys tend to do the whole 'every day is Valentine's Day' thing?"

[wrongkindofsith]

"What? No." Thank you, Clark, Cara needed that terrifying prospect. "I just...how all these demonstrations are supposed to somehow make someone's feelings more or less real?"

Because she was one to talk about demonstrating your feelings.

[redandblueblur.livejournal.com]

"Uh, I don't really know," Clark admitted. "I think it's more of a 'I thought about you' sort of gesture. Like, you already know how I feel about you so I sent you flowers as a little reminder."

[wrongkindofsith]

Know, was deeply in denial about, same difference, really. "Flowers make me sneeze."

Which did not bring up the question of why they were still in the room when she could have gotten rid of them at any point during the day, not at all.

[redandblueblur.livejournal.com]

"Oh wow, are you allergic?" Clark should have noticed or something. So much fail.

[wrongkindofsith]

Cara shrugged. "It's not so bad in the open. I usually just avoid them."