clean

“No, actually.” Cleo took a deep breath, hating the words she was about to say before she even said them. The conversation with Makena had been necessary, but this one was coming out with gritted teeth and crossed arms. “I actually came to apologize.”

“Alright, that’s…worrying.” Cleo took a step back out of punching-range. “Do you think you could take a break from whatever it is you’re doing, just for ten minutes?”

“Wow. Punch me in the face again, why don’t you.”

“Well you could keep making a fool of yourself if you really want too,” Roxie mused, her nose in one of her notorious books (this one titled ‘100 Ways To Avoid The Guillotine). 

Had the voice he heard belonged to anyone else but the girl that had spoken, he would have continued what he was doing and just responded to them at the same time. He could multi task just fine, but for some reason Kalei’s voice made him stop, and his hands twitched and hovered over the keyboard. “Hm? Oh, just, y’know, practise and habit and a mix of both I guess.”

“I didn’t say you couldn’t dance, I said you shouldn’t do it here in the art room while I’m trying to do something.”

“I mean you can’t dance as well as me. Although you do have some moves.”

[Dan was sitting curled over with the laptop on the table. He was typing so fast his fingers were pretty much sprinting across the keyboard, and the digits and letters on the screen moving just as fast. His foot tapped on the floor in a sort of habit kind of way, and his tongue slapping against the roof of his mouth quickly too. He was buzzed on what he was focusing on, only tearing away whenever he messed up somehow, which you could tell because he would make a small noise at disapproval.]