Ugh. [ The usually genuine disgruntlement this time seems to lack the passion that a legitimate, exasperated huff might have. She rolls her eyes as she turns her head to look from him to Jessica, but the bite's just not there. Lowering her voice, she seeks sour solidarity in her comments. ] Has he always been so full of himself?
[ Of course, why wouldn't he be? Everyone around here treats him like a god. It'd be so much worse, she can't help thinking as her eyes track back to him, If they knew what he could really do. There's some modesty in that, and she has to acknowledge it. At least he's not so egotistical to brag about his abilities beyond what's safe. He seemed even more petrified of discovery than she was.
She pushes herself to her feet before she even intends to, as if his pull were something supernaturally magnetizing, and she only realizes that her body has decided to head over once she's already standing, hands on her lunch tray. Committed now, she shakes her head at Jessica. ] I'll explain later.
[ Or not. In all likelihood, Jessica would get distracted talking about herself again later, and forget this had ever happened. That would probably be the better solution for Claire Bennet. Edward hasn't been doing a great job of keeping Claire Butler below the radar. Trudging over, Claire slides her tray onto the table, leveling her gaze on his. ]
You're being creepy.
[ The comment comes matter-of-factly, flat and unbothered, as if she's informing him for his benefit, rather than any personal judgment. She drops her bag onto the bench across from him and slides onto the bench juxtaposed to the one he sits on, folding her arms on the table and hunching forward, as if intently waiting for what this is about. ]
THAT'S OK I WAS MOSTLY LIKE THIS LOOKS TWILIGHT-Y
[ Of course, why wouldn't he be? Everyone around here treats him like a god. It'd be so much worse, she can't help thinking as her eyes track back to him, If they knew what he could really do. There's some modesty in that, and she has to acknowledge it. At least he's not so egotistical to brag about his abilities beyond what's safe. He seemed even more petrified of discovery than she was.
She pushes herself to her feet before she even intends to, as if his pull were something supernaturally magnetizing, and she only realizes that her body has decided to head over once she's already standing, hands on her lunch tray. Committed now, she shakes her head at Jessica. ] I'll explain later.
[ Or not. In all likelihood, Jessica would get distracted talking about herself again later, and forget this had ever happened. That would probably be the better solution for Claire Bennet. Edward hasn't been doing a great job of keeping Claire Butler below the radar. Trudging over, Claire slides her tray onto the table, leveling her gaze on his. ]
You're being creepy.
[ The comment comes matter-of-factly, flat and unbothered, as if she's informing him for his benefit, rather than any personal judgment. She drops her bag onto the bench across from him and slides onto the bench juxtaposed to the one he sits on, folding her arms on the table and hunching forward, as if intently waiting for what this is about. ]