I maybe have some pent up aggression and I maybe have been kind of a jerk with taking it out on everybody else. And I maybe kind of picked a fight with a guy and now Clark is like.
[ He hands over cookies. He knows better than to put up a fight when when a last wants her cookies. He sits down next to her and stretches his legs out. ]
[She groans loudly and lets her face thump against the box of cookies. ]
It was so bad, ugh. The guy was a telekinetic and gave himself a freaking aneurysm or something trying to fight us, you know the type. Push hard enough and it's big fountains of blood right out the nose. Like I was going to be careful, okay? I know humans are super delicate! But then Clark showed up and it turned into this big thing. The guy trashed the cargo bay and I had to clean it up. And I'm fine with that. It sucks, but it's my fault it happened, except Clark comes back after taking this kid to the medbay to help and also to tell me how Disappointed he is in me.
[ She sighs, hands dropping after her rant is done, curling up to rest her hands on her knees and pout. ]
I should have just punched him. I'd be permanently in the Shame Zone, but I could have saved his dumb ass a few popped blood veins.
[ He listens, not sure what to say. To him it sounds like she did the right thing. She cleaned up her mess. And the other guy's too.
So he offers a distraction. ]
...Did you know Clark didn't want anything to do with me at first? My Clark, I mean. The first time I tried to help him save people from a a collapsing bridge he lectured me about how I could have destabilized the bridge landing on it.
And then he took off the moment we were done. Even though I wanted his help to figure out what... who I was. He didn't want to care.
I think this one cares too much. He'll end up calming down if you play nice for a few days.
[ Kara rests her elbows on her knees and her chin in her palms, humming a little when Conner finishes his story.]
I don't know what kind of start you two had on my world. I wasn't around for that... This one reminds me of my Clark, but... I don't know. Younger, I guess.
[ She makes a face. ] I can play nice! It just. You know, sucks. At least you're here to take some of his attention.
Mine was that way. I don't know if it's because by the time I showed up he'd already had you or what...
[ Kara leans back, bumping her head against the wall. ]
You know, back home, I was trying to not do the hero thing. Just be... I don't know. I guess as close to normal as I could get. Or at least find my own normal that didn't have anything to do with all of-- [ She gestures to the big red "S" on both of their chests. ] This. You'd think having someone around that actually wanted that for me would be a good thing.
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I maybe have some pent up aggression and I maybe have been kind of a jerk with taking it out on everybody else. And I maybe kind of picked a fight with a guy and now Clark is like.
Disappointed.
At me.
Because I'm a jerk.
...Wanna spar?
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I could use a workout. Where can we do it where we won't [ Break the ship in half ] cause too much trouble?
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Not the cargo bay. I dunno... Ask the network or maybe that Miller guy?
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I'll ask around. You need someone to hang out with?
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That'd be nice actually.
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[ And then Conner turns up with a box of chocolate cookies he grabbed from the kitchen. ]
I brought snacks.
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[ Kara holds out her hands for the box. The whole box, thanks, it's been that kind of day. ]
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How bad was it?
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It was so bad, ugh. The guy was a telekinetic and gave himself a freaking aneurysm or something trying to fight us, you know the type. Push hard enough and it's big fountains of blood right out the nose. Like I was going to be careful, okay? I know humans are super delicate! But then Clark showed up and it turned into this big thing. The guy trashed the cargo bay and I had to clean it up. And I'm fine with that. It sucks, but it's my fault it happened, except Clark comes back after taking this kid to the medbay to help and also to tell me how Disappointed he is in me.
[ She sighs, hands dropping after her rant is done, curling up to rest her hands on her knees and pout. ]
I should have just punched him. I'd be permanently in the Shame Zone, but I could have saved his dumb ass a few popped blood veins.
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So he offers a distraction. ]
...Did you know Clark didn't want anything to do with me at first? My Clark, I mean. The first time I tried to help him save people from a a collapsing bridge he lectured me about how I could have destabilized the bridge landing on it.
And then he took off the moment we were done. Even though I wanted his help to figure out what... who I was. He didn't want to care.
I think this one cares too much. He'll end up calming down if you play nice for a few days.
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I don't know what kind of start you two had on my world. I wasn't around for that... This one reminds me of my Clark, but... I don't know. Younger, I guess.
[ She makes a face. ] I can play nice! It just. You know, sucks. At least you're here to take some of his attention.
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[ Nevermind that they'd be doing this with or without League approval. At least as a team the League could have oversight. ]
Living with him is weird. He's trying to be like a parent or something.
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[ Kara leans back, bumping her head against the wall. ]
You know, back home, I was trying to not do the hero thing. Just be... I don't know. I guess as close to normal as I could get. Or at least find my own normal that didn't have anything to do with all of-- [ She gestures to the big red "S" on both of their chests. ] This. You'd think having someone around that actually wanted that for me would be a good thing.