AFTER-ICE-CREAM-PARTY

[pecker]

[Boy everyone is so bloodthirsty tonight. And now a kid is dead and another is gonna execute. Do y'all need some baskin robbins, because it seems like you do!!! So before everyone can leave, Niwatori raises her voice louder than it's gone before now to draw a little attention, and then deflates immediately when she actually gets it.]

Excuse me, please! U-um... this case was really hard, and I think we could all use some time to cool our heads before we finally go back. So... ice cream? Who's with me?

[she'll lead the pack there and anyone else can go home or to visit Clarisse on the set of Orange is the new Black.

Niwa's not that good of a host though, she just gets her own ice cream and lets everyone serve themselves. Who is she to limit your freedom. (Someone who doesn't want to be partly responsible for a Millium Monstrosity, that's who.)]

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[robitussin]

[There's another long moment before she shifts, moving a hand through the bars.]

Okay. I won't let it go to waste.

[snideper]

[Clarisse pulls the arrow-shaped stick from the circle and sets them both in one hand to leave the other free to untangle the plaits in her hair some, thoughtlessly yanking out the strands that get caught in her arm guard. And she...hesitates, a moment longer, with the hair pin in her palm. Here she holds the closest thing to proof that Reese loved her—but if she doesn't understand that, even now, she couldn't hope to understand Natalie if she had any more time than she does at all. In the end, this, too, comes down to usefulness.

Clarisse presses the accessory into Natalie's palm, harder than she means to.]

[robitussin]

[As she watches her hesitate, she almost takes her hand away, shakes her head, does something... But before she can convince herself that the right move, it's already in her hand.

Before she brings it back through the bars, though:]

Are you sure?

[snideper]

Yeah.

[Her answer comes quickly enough, at least, even if Clarisse needs another short moment before she draws her hand back.]

I mean, what am I gonna do with it?

[robitussin]

[She doesn't have a response to that, and while she nearly just slips it into her pocket... Part of her feels like Clarisse won't want it to move out of sight, and besides - I don't like waste.

Slowly, she slides the arrow out before moving it into her hair, using it to fasten a ponytail at the nape of her neck.]

I'll, um, keep it safe.