"Are you-"

"George, if you ask me if I'm sure one more time, I'm going to minecraft manhunt you in real life." Clay stated, deadpan and George couldn't help his laugh.

"So... I should just book a flight?" George asked slowly, giving Clay time to back out.

"Oh my- that's it, I'm booking it for you." George attempted to protest through bubbling giggles but Clay simply ignored him, beginning to search for tickets himself.

"Tomorrow, six o'clock." Clay finally informed after a few long moments of comparing different prices before deciding he really didn't care. He'd probably buy a private jet for George, if he asked him to.

Not that he's a simp or anything.

"Six for me or six for you?" George asked, deciding against protesting. It's not like Clay would listen anyways. If he decides he's doing something, he won't stop until he has done it.

"Six for you, one for me." Clay clarified. "So you'll get in at ten for me."

"Am or pm?" George continued and Clay rolled his eyes.

"Pm George, I'm not a monster." He laughed and George made some high-pitched, considering noise that only made Clay laugh harder.

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Big Booty Muffins

Clark
Just realised that Vin, Nick, Ker, Zak and Dar may have missed out on some key info
10:23pm

Zak
?
10:24pm

Nick
What key info?
10:27pm

Clark
This is going to sound like utter bs
10:27pm

Darryl
Language >_>
10:28pm

Clark
Bum sparkles, Dar
10:28pm
What were you thinking?
10:28pm

Darryl
O_o
10:30pm

Vincent
Just say what you came for
10:31pm

Clark
You got it boss man!
10:31pm
Alrighty
10:31pm
[An image. It's a picture of a printed photograph, worn and torn and aged but still relatively clear. It details three people. There's a man, tall and young and handsome, who has neat brown hair and brown eyes to match, dressed neatly in a pressed suit. There's traces of an almost proud smile in the crook of his lips and the sparkle of his eyes. Tucked beneath his arm is a woman, utterly stunning in her imperfections. She has long, wavy blonde hair spiralling messily over her shoulders and pale skin, dotted with endearing little freckles. Her eyes are a sky blue and crinkled by the curve of her delighted smile, exposing a single dimple on the left side of her face. She has donned a lovely, light summer dress decorated in cherry blossoms. In her arms is a boy, features an amalgamation of both parents'. He has messy brown hair, just slightly textured, and his father's hazel eyes. His pale skin is dotted with freckles and moles and his wide grin is the spitting image of his mother's own, down to the dimple. Both his knees are skinned and battered and he has a gap from where one tooth had 'disappeared' but he seemingly couldn't care at all. He is clad in a mock version of a football kit.]
10:37pm

Vincent
Is that Damien??
10:37pm

Darryl
He looks so young
10:37pm
And who's the lady? It can't be Selene
10:38pm
And the boy??
10:38pm

Clark
That, dear friends, is me and my parents after I won my first football match and shortly before I had the best ice cream ever made
10:39pm

Zak
What
10:52pm

Clark
Ashton Clark Bèste is my full name
10:52pm
Was*
10:52pm
Until we lost my mother and Damien decided that he didn't want anything to do with me in the public eye any more
10:54pm
Or at all, to be fair
10:54pm
BuT iT wOuLd Be WeAk To SuRrEnDeR HiS HeIr To An OrPhAnAgE
10:56pm

Darryl
I'm so sorry
10:56pm

Clark
Hey! It's not your fault, buttercup, you don't have to be sorry
10:56pm

Darryl
But you shouldn't have to have gone through that
10:57pm

Clark
Neither should anyone, but someone had to
10:57pm
God knew I was tough enough to handle it
10:58pm

Keres
[An image of a church youth group. Roughly twenty teenagers, ranging from thirteen to sixteen years old, stand in two neat rows along with church staff. They all look unfamiliar, clad in neat and tidy ensembles resembling suits or sleek dresses. All except two, stood off to the left of the front row. A small, scrawny and frankly terrified seeming girl with black hair stands beside an equally scrawny, slightly taller, brown haired boy. The boy's smile is wide but his eyes are dull.]
11:07pm
It was you, wasn't it?
11:07pm
That I met
11:07pm

Clark
Yes.
11:09pm
I wanted to tell you so bad when I saw you again
11:09pm
But I didn't want to drag you into a problem that's not yours to deal with
11:10pm
You have your own wars to win
11:10pm

Nick
I'm taking the 11:11 wish and you can't stop me
11:11pm
I wish that we win.
11:11pm
Seen

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"Selene? Uh, what can I do for you?" Jethro sat up straighter despite Selene being over the phone and not being able to see him. Ophelia, Geo and George turned to watch him and listen to the half of the conversation that they can hear.

"I'm so sorry to have to call you like this, Jethro, but it's important." Selene began with a deep breath. "It's about Clark."

That caught his attention.

"What about him? Is he okay?" He leant over and cupped the phone closer to his ear.

"He's as okay as he's always been now but I don't think he will be for long." Jethro made a quiet noise of confusion and questioning. "Since Auri woke up this morning, he hasn't left her side. He played princesses and knights, took her out for a picnic with her toys, took her to town for ice cream and presents and is now making fairy cakes with her."

"Isn't he always like that? Clark adores Aurelia." Jethro questioned softly.

"He is." Selene confirmed but she sounded solemn. "But what's different is that he keeps giving her these far away, pained little smiles when she's not looking as if this is goodbye. As if it's the last time he'll see her so he's trying to make the best of his last moments."

"He's planning on doing something stupid and dangerous and I'm so scared, Jethro." What hurt the most was the crack in her voice as she said the words. "I called you because you're the only one that I know he listens to other than Auri."

She hiccuped and Jethro could feel the way his throat closed, entirely unaware now of the three sets of confused and alarmed gazed on him. "Please don't let him get himself killed."

"I won't." Jethro promised through a horribly hoarse voice. "I won't." He repeated.

"Thank you." Selene whispered. There was a small silence in which Selene carefully wiped at her eyes and Jethro listened intently for anything. Anything else she may share. "I'm... I'm going to go spend some time with them."

"Okay." Jethro finally murmured in response. "Could you..." He paused, unsure of himself before deciding that he needs this, his own pride be damned. "Could you give him a hug from me?"

"I will." Selene answered gently. "Stay safe, Jethro."

"You too, Selene." As the chime signalling that Selene had hung up sounded, Jethro slouched back against the couch, dropped his phone to the floor and scrubbed his hands roughly over his face.

"What was that about?" Ophelia asked tentatively, certain that neither Geo or George would ask.

"Clark's planning his most reckless, most stupid plan yet." Jethro sighed, pained.

"And, by the sounds of it, his last."

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Don't worry guys, Clark is just a theatre kid

Thank you for being so understanding, the new schedule will begin next Monday!!

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Yours, Dandelion