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Near (thehermit) wrote in clockwork_rp,
@ 2008-04-07 00:03:00

Current mood:	hungry
Entry tags:	clark::notaplane, near::thehermit

Room service [Active]
Who: Near and Clark
What: Near is an antisocial lazy-ass and Clark brings him food. :|
When: After this thread.
Where: Near's room.
Warnings: Hot omnomnoming. Except not really.

Schuldig had been right in his comments to Near: the white haired detective was using Clark, and planned to continue on doing so. But he wasn't going to admit that to anyone, and specially not in a place where it could be read later. Even if he had set the security levels to their highest, there was always the small possibility that his account could be hacked.

He solved a new, blank puzzle as he waited for Clark to appear, twirling at his hair as he clicked each piece into place. He was becoming a little hungry.

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notaplane
2008-04-07 01:06 am UTC (link)

Clark had collected some extra bottles of various fancy-looking kinds of water (just in case) along with his own carton of milk and pair of peanut butter sandwiches, but it wasn't until he was confronted with a bewildering array of pasta dishes on the buffet that he realized he hadn't asked Near what sort of pasta. He poked at some of the stranger looking ones, looking around uncertainly (no one to ask for help, not that he thought anyone would be likely to know) and finally settled on a large portion of spaghetti that looked amazingly close to his mom's recipe, meatballs and all. He packed it carefully into a takeout box, adding a piece of garlic bread, and then picked up a tray of assorted cookies for dessert. Hopefully Near wouldn't mind eating with him, even though he'd said he was feeling antisocial - but if he did, well, Clark could take his own food out somewhere to a park or something and have a picnic. He'd just really not rather eat alone, that was all.

Carrying his unwieldy armful carefully upwards, he managed not to spill anything, arriving at Near's door safely. The only problem was, both his hands were full... so he had to tap the door lightly with his foot instead of knocking.

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thehermit
2008-04-07 02:10 am UTC (link)

Near looked up from his puzzle as he heard a sound. It wasn't a knock, but it still caught his attention. And so he walked to the door, opening it after he checked through the peephole that it was Clark.

"Come in," he said, blinking in surprise at the amount of things Clark had brought with him. That was too much food just for one person... Did the other plan on eating here, as well? It seemed to be the case. Near had planned to eat alone, but he supposed he could make an exception; it would be a good way to strengthen his "relationship" with Clark, after all. He did need an ally... "Let me help you with that," he said as he grabbed the bottles, and a takeout box. Holding all the items against his chest, he closed the door with his free hand, locking it after.

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notaplane
2008-04-07 02:15 am UTC (link)

"Do you mind if I eat here?" Clark asked, just as he heard the door click shut and locked behind him. He hoped that was a yes, anyway, and set the tray of cookies down on a table, leaving himself holding only the milk and the bag of sandwiches. "Or I could go somewhere else if you were busy, I mean..." He didn't want to sound like he wanted to intrude, or that he'd just assumed Near wouldn't be doing anything. Even though he didn't know that there really was much to do here that required eating alone, but Near was definitely not him, so.

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