Walcott grimaces at Frances and rubs at his stomach, mumbling about how she really didn't have to punch him. He turns to look up at Kriss when she yells but the question is answered for him, and he almost feels a chivalrous urge to help Meg down the stairs because, jeez, that looks like it's really stressful.
Frances scoffs. "Non, of course not." She laughs, and then looks away. "I already checked. They don't have any that aren't horror movie soundtracks." She eyes Walcott suspiciously, concerned at the various shades of purple his face is turning at the mention of 'tapes' and directs her attention back to Clarington, her eyes narrowing condescendingly.
"Is he like your designated guardian or something? Why are you guys always together? Are you dating?" Frankie makes a face of disgust, moreso at the idea of Clare being vaguely intimate with anyone than the concept of them being in a romantic relationship. She watches the taller gangly one turn a dark shade of blue.
"Are you all weird colors? Was there some face paint request I'm not aware of?"
Judging by Walcott's facial expression he probably couldn't believe that he was being bullied by a fifteen year old girl almost half a foot shorter than he was.
"Is he like your designated guardian or something? Why are you guys always together? Are you dating?" Frankie makes a face of disgust, moreso at the idea of Clare being vaguely intimate with anyone than the concept of them being in a romantic relationship. She watches the taller gangly one turn a dark shade of blue.
"Are you all weird colors? Was there some face paint request I'm not aware of?"
Judging by Walcott's facial expression he probably couldn't believe that he was being bullied by a fifteen year old girl almost half a foot shorter than he was.
Clare puffs up his cheeks with air, still glaring at Frankie while she talks. When he lets out the air, it sounds like more of a sputter of puffs rather than the intended, angry, 'I hate you' sigh.
"What...? Wha-- I can't even believe you'd even- oh my god. Bite me, Wednesday. We're just friends, obviously. " Clare squinted and contemplated how much that sounded like the defense of two kids in elementary school class before taking a step back from his chin nest on Walcott's shoulder. His cheeks were mulbery and he turned to focus on the other two of the party rather than be insulted about his complexion.
Meg had just reached the foot of the stairs after her seemingly potential near-death...death experience and Clare looked up at the landing above at Kris. "Are you coming down? If there's something down here we can just feed it with Frenchie."
"What...? Wha-- I can't even believe you'd even- oh my god. Bite me, Wednesday. We're just friends, obviously. " Clare squinted and contemplated how much that sounded like the defense of two kids in elementary school class before taking a step back from his chin nest on Walcott's shoulder. His cheeks were mulbery and he turned to focus on the other two of the party rather than be insulted about his complexion.
Meg had just reached the foot of the stairs after her seemingly potential near-death...death experience and Clare looked up at the landing above at Kris. "Are you coming down? If there's something down here we can just feed it with Frenchie."
"Yea coming." Kriss said as she came down. She was smirking, seeing she thought if was funny when someone older than her got flustered. "Who exactly is that.?" She asked pointing at Frances.
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