Who: Clara and Troy What: Peace offerings. When: 23 August 2015 Where: Their place Warnings: Should be low Status: Thread | Incomplete
The first thing Clara was aware of when she woke up at an annoyingly early hour was that she wasn't angry anymore. At least, not to the extent she had been for the past week, where all she seemed to do was pick fights and be aggressive. Which was then followed by the realisation that she had been absolutely horrible to those she cared about. Groaning in embarrassment and really not wanting to face the world, Clara hid her face in a pillow.
"You're going to have to get up at some point, Clara. Can't hide away forever."
Giving herself a pep talk? Well. Sometimes they were necessary. Though it seemed as though Troy were... who knew where he was at the moment. Between her always picking fights with him and the things she had said, she needed a bit more time to be able to face him. And to figure out how to make it up to him. Nor would she blame him for not sticking around. But right. Get up. Get ready. Go to the store to get things that were needed. All things considered, Troy was easier to make up to than her dad.... Then again, she was actually still mad at him about the dream she'd had. So maybe it wasn't his fault here. But that pain and anger were still there, and not just some side effect of whatever it was that made her think fighting everything and one was a good plan.
Wow it was a good thing she'd been unable to find Anakin to confront him. That.. would have ended badly.
Right. Store. First to a corner shoppe where she was able to pick up some Jammie Dodgers and tea. Then off to get what she needed for fish fingers and custard. She still didn't seem to grasp the 'amazing culinary art' of it, at least why Troy liked it so much, but it was something he had picked up and she was going to make it for him despite her own general apathy towards the concoction.
She would deal with her dad later. Because he hadn't felt bad for it. Felt he was right to do what he had done. No... she needed more time to deal with that one. You're not done with someone if they can still make you angry. Well it wasn't like she was going to be done with her dad. She just... needed to focus on one person at a time in her forgiveness train and first was Troy because, well... she lived with him.
Once in the kitchen, the petite brunette set up shop and began the process of making the fish fingers and custard, package of Jammie Dodgers on the counter.