Clark Kent ────── ❤
❛ Mr. Kent . . . Are you bored ? ? ❜
It is made in jest , the tone rasped in laughter glinted within the curl of a smile and clever eyes that glance in his direction . He believes him to be made of sunlight , that or he has stolen the sun and hidden its rays within his smile . But he blames the champagne , he blames the night and her temptations when he edges closer to the reporter despite what he had been warned the evening prior ── stay away from the paparazzi .
But he knows him , he knows him all too well . He knows him by reds and blues and the infuriating incapability to mind his own business . ❛ Or do crowds get under your skin ? ❜ Despite how careful his words are placed , it is clipped under the guise of concern and laced in annoyance . ❨ For he was one to never believe in coincidence . ❩
