( well at least it isn't video so she can't judge him for it, right-
Clarke huffs out a laugh at the question, tapping her pencil down against her unfinished notes. only then does she clear her throat, taking on the accent most heard in the Western parts of the Drawbruld. )
"Good morning, Midach Griffin! How are you and your husband faring?"
[Can she hear the eyerolling over the audio??? It's pretty loud. But then again, so is her laughing.]
That's a new one. [Despite himself, he sounds vaguely amused.] So how are we faring today? Or did you react with a laugh to their face too? [What did you say, Clarke!!]
[He is totally not grinning when she keeps laughing. Except he is. It's a good sound, ok??]
Not that common, if I've never heard it before. [But there's another eyeroll too.] I thought we were just at the dating stages. When'd we move up a level?
The mistake of us being together is the common misconception. But I'm not sure when we graduated to married, probably when you started taking over my office during the sickness.
( if she had to pin a time down, it was likely that. he was at her office all the time, maybe that gave the wrong impression? who knows; she mostly just finds it funny. )
That I knew. [At least he's stopped ????? over it and has just accepted the amusement instead.]
Pretty sure most people just thought I was there to cause trouble. [He hadn't done much to offset the suspicion either, not with how irritated he was throughout the whole thing. But - he had lurked a lot, and it was the Midach's office.]
[There's a pause, filled only by her laughing. He doesn't really have a real answer about the morality of citizenship because fuck rules like that tbh. Besides, she's probably supposed to be working, which means making this worse on her end.]
We'll see them again. We'll go back to our world and bring everyone home, and- Then we get to figure out how to all live together again with the Arkers.
( she's confident about it. she is. she refuses to think that they won't go back, that they won't return home to their people. )
It would be if we could keep our magic if we went home.
( part of her is sad to think about it, about leaving this place and all their friends; the alternative is never seeing their people again, though. Clarke wonders if she'd ever be able to make the decision and choose between the two; she's sure she can't.
but that's a conversation for another day; for now, she's going to huff out a sigh and finally pick up her pencil again. )
Okay, hanging up now, stop distracting me from homework. ( Clarke. you called him. )
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Clarke huffs out a laugh at the question, tapping her pencil down against her unfinished notes. only then does she clear her throat, taking on the accent most heard in the Western parts of the Drawbruld. )
"Good morning, Midach Griffin! How are you and your husband faring?"
( and cue hysterical laughter. )
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That's a new one. [Despite himself, he sounds vaguely amused.] So how are we faring today? Or did you react with a laugh to their face too? [What did you say, Clarke!!]
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I did my best not to. ( her laughter finally calms, at least. ) And we're fine, but you're not my husband, and don't worry, it's a common mistake.
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Not that common, if I've never heard it before. [But there's another eyeroll too.] I thought we were just at the dating stages. When'd we move up a level?
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( if she had to pin a time down, it was likely that. he was at her office all the time, maybe that gave the wrong impression? who knows; she mostly just finds it funny. )
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Pretty sure most people just thought I was there to cause trouble. [He hadn't done much to offset the suspicion either, not with how irritated he was throughout the whole thing. But - he had lurked a lot, and it was the Midach's office.]
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You mean you go places without the intention to cause trouble? Since when?
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Consider them rare days.
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( because, Bellamy Blake, trouble seems to find you even if you aren't the one causing to start with. )
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[He can't even say that with a straight face.]
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What is your idea of a model citizen?
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The anti-John Murphy?
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God, yes.
( she takes a deep breath after that, exhales slow, effectively calming herself. but- she does linger on that. )
I never thought I'd say it, but I actually kind of miss him. I miss everyone.
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[Then he sighs a little.] Don't ever let him know, because he'll never let you live it down. [He pauses] I do too. Everyone, I mean.
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( she's confident about it. she is. she refuses to think that they won't go back, that they won't return home to their people. )
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[He says it lightly, but he kind of means it too. It does feel easier, in some ways. Like whenever they get back, he's more ready than ever.]
But yeah. We will. [There is isn't another option.]
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( part of her is sad to think about it, about leaving this place and all their friends; the alternative is never seeing their people again, though. Clarke wonders if she'd ever be able to make the decision and choose between the two; she's sure she can't.
but that's a conversation for another day; for now, she's going to huff out a sigh and finally pick up her pencil again. )
Okay, hanging up now, stop distracting me from homework. ( Clarke. you called him. )
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[If their lives are going to extend, they might as well reap the magical beneficial side too. It would make the Earth much more survivable.]
[He almost switches to video, just so she can see the look he wants to give, but there's a small grin on his face instead.]
Maybe next time don't call me first looking for one.
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( which gets another laugh out of her, considerably softer this time. )
See you tonight, Bell. ( -and once he says goodbye as well, she'll disconnect. )