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Aveline: OPEN THE DOOR CLEMENTINE

Clementine: go away

Aveline: cLEM WE DON’T HAVE TIME FOR THIS DAVID’S GONNA BE HERE ANY MINUTE

Clementine, turning up “Heartbreak Hotel” by Elvis Presley on the phonograph: leave me alone to die

Death and desolation held dominion in this place, she could feel it in the very atmosphere. The very air brought a chilling sense of deja vu, back when she and her group had investigated Crawford back in Savannah. A shudder ran down her spine at the memories of the dark and foreboding place, before shutting it away from her mind. This was not Crawford, but it damn well felt like it. In truth, she’d rather be back home, at the school, but desperate times came for desperate measures. Yet they were both here for a reason, and they’d had no choice but to move forward. 

Back home, an outbreak of sickness had taken place, and although there was no risk of death at the moment among the population, even the tiniest of colds could lead to death if the proper treatments weren’t given in time. The supplies in the greenhouse were running short, and thus, Clementine had decided to scout out any nearby settlements to replenish the stocks, but she’d only decided to bring one individual with her, for the school needed every capable member they could get to defend it. Aasim would hopefully take care of the school as was discussed while she was away, and hopefully the sickness wouldn’t spread into an epidemic. Lo and behold, after driving eastward, out of the valley and into an abandoned small town, they’d managed to find this eerie hospital, leaving their car parked outside. They’d now reached the second floor out of three floors. Blood and gore splattered the walls, abandoned toys littered the hallways and the electricity had died out, leaving only the light of the torches to guide their way, their breathing and the occasional squeaks of rats that scuttled by being the only audible sounds.

The sound of Mitch’s shriek broke her from her reverie and had her standing on alert. Yet, at the sight of the racccon scurrying past them and at his flushed cheeks, she cannot help but smirk playfully back at him from over her shoulder, quiet giggles escaping her lips all the while, the firelight from the torch she held in her hand lighting up her golden eyes. Out of all the things that could potentially scare him, if anything at all, he seemed almost fearless, ghosts was the least of her expectations. “Your secret’s safe with me.” She teases, before her brows furrow.

“Be careful. There could still be walkers or gods know what else lingering around and we can’t take any chances.” Clementine warns lightly, looking upward to the sign above the door right ahead of them, in bright blood red graffiti, stating: DEAD INSIDE: NO SHELTER HERE. ENTER AT YOUR OWN RISK.

“Oh, yeah?” Clemetine can’t help but smirk up at the taller boy, surprised. Sure, Mitch wasn’t exactly the most sophisticated guy on the planet nor was he Prince Charming, but he was handsome and strong and had a kind heart if one managed to get past that smartass exterior of his. Surely someone would’ve taken an interest in him? Then again, that didn’t seem like a priority to him - something she appreciated. He’d grown on her despite their differences and their arguments. She really, really liked Mitch’s company and didn’t want him to leave.

So, she stands on the tips of her toes and presses a sweet kiss to his freckled cheek, lingering for a few seconds before putting a hand on her hip while intertwining her fingers with his own, squeezing gently as if to voice her mutual agreement. “I haven’t either, but let’s go have some fun. It doesn’t have to be fancy, we can make it up as we go.” She reassures, her cheeks flushing. “So, uh... have you ever thought about what you’d want to do if you ever... went out with someone? I have ideas, but I’ll gladly take yours.”

thank you so much ! and those are both really great choices ! penguin is quite fond of chinstrap penguins, though . look @ these angry lil beans with their stupid natural beards . i love them .

SUPERNATURAL PROMPT   //   ACCEPTING   @pyrrhaeic​

Nonsexual acts of intimacy.

♛- Sharing a dessert

It hadn’t been his plan to get dessert, but sometimes you just had to do something nice for yourself, and maybe also your beautiful lady companion. Even if Claire had been trying to keep it low-key, Nick noticed her taking glances here and there. So wordlessly, though he clearly had an amused little smirk on his face, he offered her a little bit. She could choose to take the fork from him, or just take the bite. Either way he didn’t mind.