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Clark Kent (ex_sonofkryp215) wrote in wariscoming,

Clark greeted Phoebe with a warmer smile when she verified that he was approaching the right person. He was on the verge of expressing his gratitude for her offer when someone else appeared, interrupting them. Clark turned to look at the other man, brows rising curiously. He didn't know him either. From the sounds of it, he was related to Phoebe. Was this the family of witches that he had heard so much about? Hands sliding out of his pockets, Clark looked between the two individuals in confusion.

"Is there a problem here?" He was being as polite as possible about the situation, but Clark didn't know how much longer he could do so. Lois needed for him to be normal. He could only deprive her of that for but so long. If Phoebe was the one that could help him get what he wanted, then he didn't much like the idea of this other guy getting in the way. Didn't he realize that Clark was on an important mission? "Because she's trying to help me with something important. It really can't wait. So maybe you should give her that book back and let us finish. Then you could talk afterward?"

Clark looked back to Phoebe uncertainly. In doing so, he spotted a flash of something hanging around her neck. Something red; something familiar. If Clark didn't know any better, he'd almost think that it was...his eyes widened slightly and, for a moment, Clark almost forgot as to why he was standing in the middle of that park in the first place. "Where did you get that necklace?"