#thread: click-clacks and clapbacks

[clairatgarregmach]

click-clacks and clapbacks

in which clair and @freliasarrow return to their bullshit

[clairatgarregmach]

A packed morning of classes and seminars had not stopped Clair from dressing her absolute best - a short uniform dress accented with a capelet and hat, dark stockings, and (as a matter of immense pride and mild spite) knee-high boots with tall, thin heels. Still, all the fashion in the world couldn’t stave off human necessities, and she hustled into the canteen after her final lesson of the morning with a growling stomach.

As she joined the line for her food, she heard another pair of heels clicking up behind her. She turned with a pleasant smile, expecting perhaps the ever-elegant Celica or that Dorothea girl she kept meaning to strike up a chat with, but her lips twisted into a scowl as she was instead met with the equally fouled face of Shoe Boy from the courtyard, still wearing his hypocritical heeled boots.

“Oh,” she grumbled. “Shoe Boy.”

It felt crass to say that Shoe Boy had been spinning and simmering in Clair’s mind ever since their fateful encounter, but it was tragically true. She didn’t even know his name (she’d heard snippets and whispers, but hadn’t been able to nail anything down. Ian, maybe? Angus?) and yet his unprompted vitriol had settled atop her thoughts, forcing her to push through with bitterness and excellent shoes.

She smirked. “I still love your boots, you know? I admire a man with confidence and flair in his fashion like that. How long have you had them for?”

That ought to push some buttons, she thought with wicked glee.

click-clacks and clapbacks

in which clair and @freliasarrow return to their bullshit

[clairatgarregmach]

Oh, the boy was fuming — so delightfully incensed that he was willing to spew falsehoods about a girl he barely knew! Clair wasn’t going to stand for it.

“Ugh — clueless, as expected,” she tutted, slightly lifting the hem of her dress. “This is an official uniform dress; I’ve just accessorised it.” She plucked her hat off her head and flicked it gently across his chest. “Not that you would know anything about style, it would seem, despite your cute boots.”

She readjusted her hat and took a couple of steps backwards — they were probably holding up the line, and it’d be a delightful little slap in Shoe Boy’s face if she could flawlessly walk backwards in heels. A ridiculous accolade? Maybe, but she’d take it.

“And how dare you insinuate that I’m not here to learn? Do you think I just went through a whole morning of classes and seminars for the fun of it? Would I be here in the canteen if I didn’t need food to ready myself for more of them? Typical nobles – grow up. Think before you speak. Do other things, you know? And stop bothering me. I don’t care how much fun you might find it.”

Clair would never openly admit it, even though it was probably written all over her face as she turned back around to order her food, but she was having just as much fun toying with Shoe Boy as she suspected he was with her.

click-clacks and clapbacks

in which clair and @freliasarrow return to their bullshit