Clarke desperately wants her brain to start supplying normal words to her mouth. The wires are getting crossed and not for the first time she wishes Raven was there to work her mechanical magic, despite the fact that the wires are literal.
Following him towards the kitchen, she hooks her thumbs in loops of her jean shorts to keep herself from gesturing wildly. The urge to move her limbs is strong, just as is the will to run away. Too late now. She's got to carry on and pray for normal. "I didn't know that you still did that sort of thing."
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Clarke desperately wants her brain to start supplying normal words to her mouth. The wires are getting crossed and not for the first time she wishes Raven was there to work her mechanical magic, despite the fact that the wires are literal.
Following him towards the kitchen, she hooks her thumbs in loops of her jean shorts to keep herself from gesturing wildly. The urge to move her limbs is strong, just as is the will to run away. Too late now. She's got to carry on and pray for normal. "I didn't know that you still did that sort of thing."