#proclonc

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           ”Claire. No.”

        ❝ Rach I am so b o r e d                            can we please do something ? ❞

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        » The   whole    goddamn   N A T I O N   knew.   They               belittled her ;; ridiculed her ;; satirized her, the smug               little  aristocrats.  She couldn't  live in her own home               without scorching beneath their complacent, pinning               gazes.                               ( I will NOT be treated like the villain                                 here &&  by  God  he   will    b u r n . ) «           “ If you've come to patronize me, don't waste your                ⌛ time ⌛ .         I've          heard           it           all. ”

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OUR SHIP OUR BEAUTIFUL SHIP

send me a ship and i’ll tell you which one:

Immediately begins to shimmy when maroon 5 comes on:   Claire definitely. I think that’s pretty obvious. Then she forces Rachel to shimmy with her B)

Wakes the other up at 3am demanding pancakes:    i would honestly say Claire because she knows Rach can’t say no to her. 

Sends the other unsolicited nudes:    …i feel like they do this to each other t bh especially rachel when shes in meetings

Brags about knowing karate even though they never made it past yellow belt:      Claire. Easily Claire. Shes a shithead.

Comes to a complete halt outside bakeries/candy shops:    ….Rachel. take her to the candy shop B)

Blows sarcastic kisses after doing ridiculous shit:   Claire obviously B)

Killed the guy (also, which hid the body):    Honestly either of them could’ve killed them but Claire would’ve done the dirty work.

Wears the least clothing around the house:    Claire often likes to says she feels “confined by the cloth of 'the man’”

Has icky sentimental moments for no apparent reason:     They both do...and they both love them. ♥

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The muzzle of the gun waits in the curl of his grip. It’s cool; no gun powder stings at his nose. Paul lets it sit for a minute: a peace offering, a chance for the Proclone to see that he wasn’t really going to shoot. The hike of his shoulders is attentive, instinctive to match the petite woman opposite him.

           "      how did you find me?"