She sees ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ 𝐖eb–head. out by the fire pit. Since the rest of the camp seems to be settled down for the night, the blonde makes her way towards him and takes a seat on a log adjacent to his. "What's going on in that head of yours?"

But he's always cranky. So—

|| More starters will be going out tomorrow hopefully.

He 𝒉𝒂𝒔 met her right? Therefore he knows Clarke is drawn to antagonistic circumstances like a moth to a flame... But she doesn't feel up to bugging him for no reason so today's his lucky day.

She's strong, but every now and then she needs someone to take her hand and tell her that everything will be alright. ~

She wouldn't mind seeing @SadlsticFate, which says a lot about her mental state right now.

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It's been a while..

Feels the abrupt hit near the back of her head and she just—blinks. Her expression is calm, cool, and collected... Until she swiftly picks one up and throws it back at him. 𝑯𝒂𝒓𝒅.

She winces when she sees where it hit him and tries to suppress a laugh. Especially when the shapes of the outer part of the cone could be seen indented into his forehead. Clarke gives an innocent shrug. "Simple retaliation."

A chill rushes through her. Not exactly a bad chill. She glances at him with a hint of a smile. "We were ever not enemies?"

Realizing how she worded that, a light blush creeps onto her cheeks as she rolls her eyes and chuckles softly. "Shut up.." she gives him a playful shove.