Room 418, Sunday Morning

[wrongkindofsith]

The advantage of staying holed up in your room over the weekend without even a radio was that you could remain completely unaware of the weirdness Fandom had chosen to inflict upon its residents the day before.

Inversely, the disadvantage of staying holed up in your room over the weekend without even a radio was that you could remain completely unaware of the weirdness Fandom had chosen to inflict upon its residents the day before.

Soon enough Cara would remember just why Mord'Sith didn't subscribe to the view that ignorance was bliss, but right now she was much more interested in curling in closer to the other person in her bed. Purely for warmth. Really.

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[wrongkindofsith]

That might be one of the few things that would make her beg for mercy. Not that that stopped her from saying "You wouldn't dare."

[redandblueblur.livejournal.com]

Clark shot her a wink, not wanting to freak Cara out more than required of the weekend. "Oh we dare. Right Cleo?"

[snarknplaid.livejournal.com]

Cleo grinned and him nodded. Not that she'd actually let go of Cara yet.

[wrongkindofsith]

"Clark." The warning tone in her voice would probably be more effective were she not currently being pinned by a five year old.

[redandblueblur.livejournal.com]

It wasn't like he was going to crush her, just add himself to the little group hug. Clark thought it was all very innocent and definitely sweet.

[wrongkindofsith]

If Cara agreed with him, she wasn't going to admit to it. "You're going to pay for this," she threatened instead.

Not that she was making much of an effort to escape.