[Clover hears footsteps and turns to look over her shoulder, and she's already starting to stand when Grell speaks. It isn't that she thinks Grell will attack her, even though Clover's always ready for the possibility. Clover comes here when she wants to be alone (which, granted, is always), and right now, Grell is one of the people least welcome to disturb that.
At least Grell can take a hint; Clover stands the scythe next to her and props her other hand on her hip, but thoughts of her Alice and yesterday evening and Light, her outburst and Adrien and how much she doesn't sleep anymore, have already left her too tired to give it the fire she'd like.]
You found me. [But her voice is sharp and curt; Clover is ready to see this bridge burned so whatever Grell has to say better be important.]
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At least Grell can take a hint; Clover stands the scythe next to her and props her other hand on her hip, but thoughts of her Alice and yesterday evening and Light, her outburst and Adrien and how much she doesn't sleep anymore, have already left her too tired to give it the fire she'd like.]
You found me. [But her voice is sharp and curt; Clover is ready to see this bridge burned so whatever Grell has to say better be important.]