[ the sound clarice makes — resonating somewhere from the back of her throat, exiting through her nose — is far from surprised. derisive and maybe even exasperated, she bites down a little too hard on the spoon she'd been using to shovel the rice and cabbage into her mouth. ]
Of course there'd be a catch. [ as if missions weren't enough of an ask. but she's the one with the bigger ask here, isn't she? still — figures. ]
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Of course there'd be a catch. [ as if missions weren't enough of an ask. but she's the one with the bigger ask here, isn't she? still — figures. ]
So what kind've goals have they thrown at you?