[Clive turns away, but he doesn't stop smiling, and if she wants to stop getting bombarded by affection, she's gonna have to shut him out because he can't help it, nor does he really want to.]
Shhhhh. I'm not gonna get to that level. I'm literally going to be gorgeous and lively till my... What, 12th death? Maybe the 12th sticks.
('Go back to bed.' The glare she's given him is so, so pointy. Sharp. Like the devil just crawled out of her soul for it.)
Fuck no. I'm going to exemplify this. I'm going to go to work early and remind everyone why I don't do mornings. And then, no morning will ever come to me ever again.
[He tosses the urge to tell her to be more careful out the window. Even without being sleep-deprived, she wouldn't appreciate it. He's still going to comment, though.]
Maybe slow down on the dying thing a little bit.
[Luckily for Clive, the devil practically lives in Clive's soul. He is impervious to the beast's steely knives.]
I suppose that is one way to do it.
[He pushes the food towards her. Coffee was all well and good, but she needed to have something with even a little bit of substance, too.]
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Date: 2025-09-22 11:46 pm (UTC)What time did you go to sleep last night?
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Date: 2025-09-23 07:44 pm (UTC)(Another sip of coffee, but that's shortlived before she puts an arm to the table and her forehead against it.)
I'm a princess, Clive. I need my 10+ hours. Do you think I'm that gorgeous on low sleep? Unlikely.
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Date: 2025-09-26 12:23 pm (UTC)[Not that Clive can particularly relate. He and insomnia are great friends. He reaches over to gently rub Sophie's shoulder.]
You can go back to bed, you know.
[A tease creeps into his voice at his next words.]
I can even tuck you in, maybe sing you a lullaby.
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Date: 2025-09-26 09:55 pm (UTC)('Go back to bed.' The glare she's given him is so, so pointy. Sharp. Like the devil just crawled out of her soul for it.)
Fuck no. I'm going to exemplify this. I'm going to go to work early and remind everyone why I don't do mornings. And then, no morning will ever come to me ever again.
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Date: 2025-09-28 11:51 pm (UTC)[He tosses the urge to tell her to be more careful out the window. Even without being sleep-deprived, she wouldn't appreciate it. He's still going to comment, though.]
Maybe slow down on the dying thing a little bit.
[Luckily for Clive, the devil practically lives in Clive's soul. He is impervious to the beast's steely knives.]
I suppose that is one way to do it.
[He pushes the food towards her. Coffee was all well and good, but she needed to have something with even a little bit of substance, too.]