#ft. fool

[pityous]

🫀 : clementine feng @we1rdos 📍 : the pool house 🕰️ : whatever day aura wants / a few days in / the dead of night

sure, this might as well happen are his first waking thoughts. romy doesn't need to see to know the source of the fingers pressed against his throat. groggily, he pushes the hand away "jesus. i'm alive." in a way, he's flattered she even had the thought to check. it must've been clem who had his phone ringing nonstop on the couch downstairs. romy slowly sits up, muscles aching, and flicks on his bedside lamp "i'm sorry if i scared you."

[pityous]

🫀 : clementine feng @we1rdos 📍 : clem's trailer home

romy would never admit this out loud, lest he never know a moment of peace again, but clem was strangely a breath of fresh air during this whole thing. it was mostly because she was confusing and frustrating enough to distract him, but still. he'd still dodge whatever it was she thought she knew about him, picked up from some brushes in the counselor's office back in high school. he couldn't kill his cred too much. but he'd try to meet her where she was at. it just so happened that where she was at was always fucking bonkers "you really need to start locking your door." he mumbles absently from her floor, busy scratching behind the ear of the cat that lay on his chest.

[pityous]

🫀 : clementine feng @we1rdos 📍 : romy's car parked just outside the beach

it was a stupid idea. he'd bought juliette a necklace, something to symbolize their "relationship", but romy had gone back and forth on it several times tonight. on one hand, it was a lot. on the other, wasn't that what he was like with amelia? wouldn't they be expecting it? he was in this camp when he decided to trudge through the sand back to his truck to retrieve it. now, he sits in the driver's seat, arms folded on the steering wheel and jewelry box in hand. he's just taking a minute, watching everyone make fools of themselves. it's a moment of quiet, away from all the chaos. romy's even considering taking a power nap when his eyes trail downward, to the bottom of the driver's side window, where two wide eyes stare back through the tints. "jesus !" a hand flies to his racing heart as he rolls down the window "clem, what the fuck?"

[ofhermits]

setting : first floor bathroom ( hopefully there's more than one ! ) status : closed for @we1rdos

❝ i mean it, clementine, just the half inch. ❞ though her tone is sharp and really-truly-seriously insistent, the toe of kiri's sneaker digs into the grout of the bathroom tile and she reaches over to nervously pull at where her baggy t-shirt has slipped too far off of one shoulder. it's not an energy kiri embodies often, but even after a year of getting bathroom ( or kitchen or backyard ) haircuts from clementine feng-rhodes, kiri still hasn't grown entirely comfortable with the nonconventional ways her back party barber wields a pair of scissors. ❝ seriously, i feel like you nearly gave me terf bangs last time. ❞ though that may have been more to do with the fact that 'last time' was two weeks earlier than normal due to clem's insistence her bangs were too long.