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Clark Kent (ex_sonofkryp215) wrote in wariscoming,
@ 2009-11-08 05:03:00

Entry tags:

andrea rojas, clark kent

WHO: Clark & Andrea.
WHAT: Attempting to be civil?
WHEN: Afternoon.
WHERE: Streets of Lawrence.
RATING: PG-13.
STATUS: In progress.

It wasn't a bad thing, working at a tiny farmers market. He had his distractions. He'd come in at night to help unload the trucks, he'd show up early to make sure that everything was set up the right way, then he'd stick to the back, keep an eye on stock, and work on shelling and wrapping. When he wasn't doing that, however, Clark was keeping to the apartments and watching out for any signs of trouble. So far the place hadn't gone too long without something strange happening. Clark was beginning to feel more and more at home, actually. It was a little weird. Bad things always happened wherever he went, which was why he was grateful that he had the ability to actually help out when those things started up. They were dealing with a new threat now, but Clark was genuinely hoping that the problem would be solved soon enough. Aliens from another planet? Definitely fit what he was used to dealing with, but that also meant that they were far more dangerous than what most of the people here were used to at the same time. It wasn't good.

Knowing that, Clark decided to cut his hours short for the day. He fully intended on keeping an eye out Blur style so that if anything happened he'd be on it in...well, a blur. He just needed to drop his groceries off at his apartment, that way he'd have something to actually make when it was time for him to head back in and rest. Carrying a large paper bag in his arms, Clark carefully pushed his way through the crowds along the sidewalk. He had to be careful with each and every step that he took, but he didn't mind. It was only when someone was in trouble that he needed to be all that fast and rushed anyway.

The problem was that he felt so awkward. Squished between groups of people, trying to hold back as best as he could so that he didn't hurt anyone. It was why, when Clark spotted the top of a familiar head, he was more than eager to move over toward that very figure. He needed to get away from the crowds and toward something that he wouldn't be so terrified of accidentally bruising. Even if Clark found that caution was still a very good thing to exercise when he was around Andrea, of all people.

"Hey!" He called out, moving toward her as he awkwardly eased his way through the crowd. "Andrea! Wait up!"

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avengingwarrior
2009-11-08 07:56 pm UTC (link)

Unconsciously, Andrea ruffled at her hair as she looked onto the street for the proper time to cross. She so should have taken the 'rooftop route'. Sure it was daylight out but she knew well enough the chances of a person above eleven glancing at building tops and noticing her jumping top to top were pretty slim. She would have missed this press of bodies that she wasn't a fan of. Sighing she adjusted her bag of groceries with one hand and her glasses with the other, the light was for her. It was her time to cross and she was quite literally about to move her foot and cross when she heard someone call out her name.

Clark.

She quite visibly stilled as she debated just walking and ignoring him. They'd gotten quite good at moving around each other at work, hardly ever having to have a face to face, let alone awkwardly civil conversations. Why screw with a perfectly working system? Except it wasn't perfectly working, she could admit that much to herself. That she actually ... missed talking with Clark. Clark Kent. It boggled the mind.

Which was why she didn't cross the street. Andrea could hold a grudge as best as anyone, better even sometimes; however, she wasn't that childish. If he was being nice enough to seek her out, she could be not rude and not ignore him. It was fair enough. So, she took a step back, pressing her grocery bag against her chest with both hands, one brow arched slightly. Expectantly. "Kent?" What else was she supposed to say? It was a step up from 'what the hell do you want?', a HUGE step up, considering that her tone was completely neutral and civil.

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ex_sonofkryp215
2009-11-08 11:14 pm UTC (link)

Andrea was hardly the first person in the world that Clark Kent would have chosen to run to lately. They weren't okay. Not really. He could recall their difficulties starting from the beginning of their very rocky relationship, but it wasn't until lately that everything had gotten as awful as he knew it to be. Clark should have kept his mouth shut. He should have skipped over the conversation or changed the subject. Instead, the two of them got into it. And now they were on unfriendly terms. Unfriendly, as in they avoided each other to the extent of it almost being a sport.

Thankfully, Andrea was in a decent mood today. At least she appeared to be. Generally, Clark was expecting the middle finger or the cold shoulder. It was a pleasant surprise to find that he was getting a polite response. Hopefully it'd stick. Maybe then they could attempt civility and get back to that rocky place that they were so used to.

If only they could move past that.

"Hey," he repeated, voice much less of a yell now that he was actually closer to her. Falling to a stop next to her on the sidewalk, Clark shoved a hand into his pocket with his free hand and offered her as friendly of a look as he could muster. He almost looked like he was in extreme physical pain at the attempt. "How's it going?"

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avengingwarrior
2009-11-09 12:01 am UTC (link)

If he tried any harder that look on his face was simply going to split in half, Andrea thought as she ran her fingers though her hair. It was either that or push up her glasses. Yes, even she had her fidgety habits. It was one of the reasons she preferred her hair in a ponytail, other than it being insanely practical, it kept her from finding a reason to keep her fingers busy. She was generally good at it .. mostly but Kent tended to make her irritable.

It all stemmed from his inability to keep his nose out of business that wasn't his. Most people weren't a fan of it, but most people didn't have Clark Kent's superhuman nose accompanied by his superhuman 'I know better' stare of disapproval attempting to tell them how to do things. Furthermore, most people didn't have quite the aversion to it as she did.
She was pretty sure that she put out a vibe that screamed out 'Don't meddle in my affairs' no matter who she was with. Whether it was Andrea Rojas the intern, the grocer, or the chick who wore black and kicked bad guy ass. Yet for some reason, dude with the superhuman eye-sight seemed to not see it.

Nevertheless, despite all of that? The smile that managed to quirk her lips was quite genuine. Seriously. He looked so uncomfortable. And it wasn't even her being spiteful-exactly-it was just he looked pretty funny with that expression on his face. "I'm fine." She wanted to point out that she was perfectly fine. Unharmed and un-possessed but that was a bit petty. Even if she wanted to point out that she was being cautious to make sure his worse-case scenarios didn't happen. "How about you?"

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ex_sonofkryp215
2009-11-09 12:55 am UTC (link)

Still civil. This was good. Maybe it would stay that way and they could forget all about what had happened until...well, it happened again. As much as Clark would have liked to claim that they were always going to somewhat get along, he knew better than to reach the conclusion that they would never fight again. They were Clark and Andrea, after all. Not saints. Or miracle workers, for the most part.

"I'm good." He switched the bag from one arm to the other, shrugging with the gesture. "I just got off work, actually. Had a hard time getting that last box of asparagus sold, so I was kept back until it got taken care of." He paused and shrugged again. "It was getting ready to turn," he explained, "I had to get it out of the store before we had to either toss or reduce it and you know how they get about either option."

Talking about work was a good start. They could relate. Sort of.

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avengingwarrior
2009-11-09 03:17 am UTC (link)

This was good. This was nice. They could do this. Frankly she was tired of acting like they were both tweleve. Did she think he should apologize for not minding his own damn business? Yes she did; but really ... at the moment, she didn't care. She actually liked her job, believe it or not, and she wasn't let his meddlesomeness ... or her own stubborness mess that up. At least not right this moment. How long that would last would be another thing. She wasn't going to jinx it by wondering how long it'd take him to step on it but she was pretty sure that it wouldn't take very long. She was going to enjoy this civil awkwardness for as long as it lasted.

Andrea nodded at his words, "Yeah. I do." She looked a bit sympathetic before saying, "That's good. That you managed to sell it." Because what else was she supposed to say? It seemed to be a response for the situation. Clark got more pumped about these kind of things than she did but she could relate. About getting how they could be. And she did care, about the job and the produce.

She paused. What else to say? "I brought some things .. to make pie." Wow. Random. But that was first thought that came to her mind, which actually probably said lots of disturbing things. Andrea was sure Clark could go forever with that. Surprisingly enough? That thought? Not at all snide.

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