→ text | un: clarifying.

[creatio]

what's up cuddle people? it's clary here with a seriously important question. like, entire civilizations might depend on it important. you might want to sit down.

... you ready?

okay, here goes:

would you rather only be able to jump everywhere you go or only be able to walk on your hands?

(Who let this nerd have a phone, honestly. But at least playing along gets you ten friendship points. Or it does in her book.)

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text. un: hartbeat

[recoined]

( why is kimberly replying to this message? mostly because she can, but also because this is a terrible example of would you rather. it's like a third grader's would you rather, but with less grossness. )

neither
you'll pry my scooter out of my cold dead hands, clary fray

[creatio]

that's not how the game works!!

[recoined]

it's still a legit answer
technically i guess i'd say i could only walk on my hands but you didn't say how i'd have to travel if i wasn't walking

[creatio]

( Do you hear the heaviest of sighs, Kimberly? Do you? )

fine, miss technicality.
i guess i'll concede.

[recoined]

( from the other room? who could miss it? )

does this mean you're on dishwasher duty now???

[creatio]

but the dishwasher hates me!
you're much better than i am at soothing it.

[recoined]

( texting is too much work. from kimberly's open door into the living room: )

It would help if you put dish soap in instead of shampoo, you know!

[creatio]

That was one time!

( Wow, Kimberly. Don't call her out like that. ) And the label was smudged. ( By her own paint covered hands, but whatever ... )

[recoined]

How did your shampoo wind up near the dishwasher in the first place? Were you washing your hair in the sink???

( listen, okay, they only have one bathroom, but that doesn't mean clary has to be a heathen about things. )

[creatio]

Grocery shopping, Kimberly.

( Gosh. )

I got distracted when I was putting stuff away.

[recoined]

( in the most deadpan, unimpressed tone of her entire life: ) I'm sure I have no idea what you could have been distracted by.

( as if she's not guilty of being distracted herself... )

[creatio]

( It's a good thing Kimberly can't see her blush. )

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

text. un: lightgrip

[risers]

How do entire civilizations depend on that question?

[ why are you the way you are, alec lightwood? just play along, damn. ]

[creatio]

there could be an alien invasion by a species who'll make us all walk on our hands!!!

( Also she knows his un is very serious and not at all risque but she's laughing anyway. )

[risers]

[ stfu clary fray. ]

Can you please begin claryfying what kind of alien race would value us walking on our hands instead of our feet?

[creatio]

it could happen.
aliens could have a whole bunch of weird quirks.
like spiders for eyes.
or being made of jelly.

[risers]

You have way too much time on your hands.

[ he's going to do the thing. he's going to do it. ]

If they were made of jelly, we could eat them.

[ yep, he's humouring her. r.i.p. alexander lightwood. ]

[creatio]

that's so gross, i love it.

( Friends for life. )

answer the question, lightwood.
quit stalling.

[risers]

Why would I want to walk on my hands when they're my only weapon against aliens?

[ hello, clarissa, archer. also, isn't it telling alec doesn't go the jace or magnus route and say his delectable personality would be his weapon? hm. 🤔 ]

[recoined]

I'm sure you don't. ( population of people who believe clary who live in this house: zero. possibly one cat, but kimberly's convinced he's special needs. ) Totally sure.

At least be "distracted" in your own room, damn.

[creatio]

that's fair.
so jumping everywhere it is.
which you kind of do anyway.

( Long legs and archery quickness. )

[creatio]

( Groaning. )

I did not have sex in the kitchen. I just got caught up in something.

[risers]

Unlike someone, I don't hop around like a little rabbit when there's no threat of alien invasions.

[ fyi das u. ]

[creatio]

i do not hop!
i stomp!!

( Clary, smash. )

[recoined]

Yeah, I bet. ( unsaid but totally obvious: like jace's dick got caught up in something. ) People eat off that counter, you know.