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I'm sorry. What?

Look I'm just saying, moving your parting and sticking on some specs isn't the most effective of disguises.

Pretty sure I have no idea what you're talking about.

Awww come on! You fly around in tights! No getting all shy on me now! If it helps, I do know Super Heroes way worse at the secret identity thing than you. Plus I've signed enough official secret acts that I'm not sure if I'm allowed to tell people the name of my cat anymore, so your secret is safe.

I'm not sure how we got to this topic from me asking if you knew the way to the Records office. Every college I've been to has one.

Sure we do, I'll walk you. [Darcy is a slightly terrifying, kinda short force of nature who will now be linking her arm through Clark's to pull him along]

Sorry, I get bored, its so so dull here. I can't actually go into the admin building, they really don't like me in there so I'll just point you the way once we reach it.

I -- thanks. I appreciate it. [What else is he supposed to say, and how is this his life now? Some little brunette dragging him off Rao knows where. It's almost like old times. Culver students sure seem helpful.]

Why aren't you welcome there?

I don't know what you're talking about.

[While he hides his clawed hand behind his back. A clawed hand he was just using to vandalize some lockers, all the while willing it to shift back.]

Right, just in desperate need of a manicure are you? [Have a very disbelieving eye brow raised at you]

Not really. My nails are fine, see?

[He managed to shift his hand back just in time to show a perfectly normal, claw free hand.]

Edited 2012-08-11 02:06 (UTC)

No problem-o. What's your name anyway?

[She tuts loudly] There was a completely genuine, police-worthy emergency and the best way to set off the alarm was to put a brick through a window, their's was closest.

That's a pretty cool party trick. And y'know, so is lockers defacing themselves.

[She glances at the lockers again before grinning] Hey you got my lab partner's locker! Nice work, she's such a neat freak. It'll drive her nuts!

Clark Kent. What's yours?

[It stands to reason he should know the name of his arm-napper.] Oh, ouch. I can kind of see both sides - windows can be incredibly expensive to replace, especially in a place like this. But an emergency takes precedence.

Were things sorted out?

Darcy Lewis.

Yup, thanks to moi, which is probably the only reason I didn't have to pay for it. Which may actually have annoyed them more than the breaking; they were so mad I was right. [She isn't even pretending not to be smug about that]

Darcy. Don't that one around too much. It's nice.

Good. I'd hate to think you vandalized school property for nothing. [He offers a quick smile, then glances around at some of the buildings they pass before his attention returns to her.]

Fairly quiet campus otherwise?

[She purses her lips and raises an eyebrow at him] And please don't try and be funny with any Austen jokes, I will have heard them.

Sure...Not on that occasion .

[With a sigh] Mind numbingly so.

Yeah. I...uh...had something in my hand I was scratching that with.

Because scratching lockers is fine, as long as it's not done with real claws...although she really didn't seem to care about it. At all. Even knowing he'd used his claws.]

Wouldn't dream of it. [Okay, it's a tiny lie. He's tempted, but that's the sort of teasing you do among friends, not someone you've just met.]

What would you consider mind numbingly quiet -- and why?

[She grins at the lockers again] You know, I'm so pleased with your aim I'm going to recommend you go with house keys. I mean coins would work but a few lines in a row equals few keys on a key chain. Way neater.

[Yeah yeah she's got her eye one you.

Waving her free arm around to gesture at the campus] Nothing happens! Ever! It makes me miss making Jane coffee.

[Just one? Most people use two. He looks where she gestures, seeing nothing out of the ordinary. The place looks peaceful at the moment. Or is that her point?]

The whole point of college is learning and being trained in a vocation. I'd think a lack of quiet would hinder that a little.

So...you don't seem really worried about this.

[He waves his hand at the claw marks to indicate what he was talking about.]

I -- apologies. I know not what I've done. ( says the goddess who sticks out like a sore thumb. )

[She mutters] Might stop me falling asleep though. You're like, totally green aren't you? With all your quiet learning environment stick. What're you taking?

Should I be? You seriously overestimate how fear inducing scratching lockers is if you think that's going to phase me.