By the flaring of the war-god's nostrils, Clark's possible intentions work. "Fine. Five o'clock, the stadium. See you there." His sister's lips twitch just once, because Ares sounds like a petulant five year old, but she nods solemnly. "Of course."
There a nod, a very awkward hug between the siblings, and sooner rather than later, she's left alone with Clark.
"I-- you weren't. I'm sorry for his rude behavior."
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Date: 2008-08-21 10:19 pm (UTC)There a nod, a very awkward hug between the siblings, and sooner rather than later, she's left alone with Clark.
"I-- you weren't. I'm sorry for his rude behavior."