#winterchildclara

[kantsubakii]

WINTERCHILDCLARA  → KANTSUBAKII

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winterchildclara replied to your post “(( everyone join a band with Joey please ))”

CLARA CAN SING SHE'D GLADLY JOIN

(( yESSS my numbers grow ))

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[ ♛ ] send me a url and i’ll tell you the following;

my opinion on;

character in general: clara is precious and sweet and needs to be protected and lovedhow they play them: I like your writing because you manage a fair bit of introspection in a post, but you also give me something to respond to, as a writing partner.the mun: v nice person yes. i enjoy chatting with you ouo

do i;

follow them: yupyuprp with them: yessssswant to rp with them: jaship their character with mine: yea boi, but like in a polyamorous way where they date, but they can also date other people

what is my;

overall opinion: you’re really swell and i like your art and also asexual peeps unite

**Note: Mun’s answer are all to be completely honest. Don’t send url if you don’t want brutal honesty.

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@winterchildclara

He ducks into a diner to get out of the cold winds starting to blow around, hoping to get some hot chocolate after getting caught in the snow. He glances around and waves to get the attention of the waitress.

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winterchildclara

Some folders were open before her, others closed. There were even papers just laying about in a somewhat disorganized manner. When Clara wasn’t writing down a quick set of notes on a new sheet to set aside, she was going through the open folders, cross referencing information on those pages with information currently going across her laptop’s screen.

Among the papers and folders was a cup, already drained of the coffee that was inside. She didn’t know just how long she had been sitting here, doing her research, or even the name of where she was. Some little place in Gotham that would, hopefully, not be disturbed by some fight occuring. She would rather avoid that for as long as she could.

Her eyes starting to hurt from looking at the screen, Clara let her gaze roam around for a bit, glancing over the others seated. She caught sight of a young woman, probably around her age, and looking somewhat lonely.

It took Clara only a few moments to gather her things back into her bag, and another moment to get a refill of her coffee before slipping into the seat next to the other girl.

“Hey. You doing okay?”