Kimmy waved her hand with all the ceremony of a bit of dirt that needs brushing away when the clipboard locked eyes with her; she didn't break stride. If he's terribly offended by the rebuff, the kid does a good job of hiding it. Not that she particularly cared how the kid felt. If you can't handle the heat, stay out from behind the clipboard.

[color=ed145b]"Clay!"[/color] she called. It wasn't particularly hard for Kimmy to spot Clay most of the time, even from behind; that she'd spotted the tell-tale, dog-shaped oil stain marring an otherwise reasonably [s][i]shockingly[/i][/s] clean denim jacket hadn't particularly [i]hurt[/i]. She threw her friend a smile wide enough to get some of the glittery lip-gloss Ha-Nui had insisted on this morning, on her teeth. Not that she noticed. 

She shoved her borrowed cell phone into the pocket of the purple flannel jacket she had tied around her waist. Picked up her pace [i]ever[/i] so subtly. [color=ed145b]"We're adding glasses to your Christmas list,"[/color] she announced, stopping at Clay's side. She turned and backed toward a nearby table, but not before snagging the cup Clay was still sipping at away from him, straw and all. [color=ed145b]"You should be able to see Weirdough's sign from here."[/color] 

She made a vague gesture toward the pizza place she'd used to find 'The Orange One'. Wrapped her lips around the straw--

[color=ed145b]"[i]Gross[/i]."[/color] She made a show of yanking her mouth back from the drink-- of wrinkling her nose and wiping at her mouth. [color=ed145b]"What did you have put in that? Poisons?"[/color] she asked, shoving the pilfered drink back toward its rightful owner with the other like it'd burned her.

[color=ed145b]"If you're trying to kill me, you're going to have to at least shell out for the good drinks." [/color] Nevermind that, that would mean Clay was drinking something he'd already poison-- or that she'd [i]stolen[/i] the sip. The smoker could be crafty if he wanted to be. Kimmy sat on the table she'd backed against, wiped her lip gloss smeared knuckles on her denim bookbag, then shoved the bookbag into one of the table's welded-on chairs.

She arched a thin brow at [i][color=green]Jesus Freak[/color][/i]. She leaned to the side, catching sight of the bright-eyed clipboard she'd brushed off earlier. [color=ed145b]"That one?"[/color] Kimmy asked, pointing at the kid. [color=ed145b]"He's still standing,"[/color] she noted, something with the furling edges of approval in her tone. [color=ed145b]"Which I'm commend. Stuff or something is the worst. Remind me to add a sticker to the board when we get back."[/color]

The board: the [i]People Clay Hasn't Punched but Could Have[/i] board. It was Ha-eun's idea. Just a piece of cardboard with some green puff paint and purple glitter. Of course, the glitter was applied when Kimmy had been [i]out of the room[/i]-- when Clay had been in charge. More of it was still in the couch than had ever landed on the board. Kimmy blinked when she zoned back in from her head. When she realized she'd zoned out while staring directly at Clay. 

She scratched the back of her neck. Glanced down at her lap-- tried to will away the blood she felt rushing to the tops of her ears-- the tip of her nose. [color=ed145b]"I, uh, got the spoons my mom wanted me to in my bag. So we're done. We can go now."[/color] She had no problem with [i]staring[/i]. Just... preferred not to do it at certain people... Yeah. Like, being rude to strangers? That was one thing. Being rude to friends? [i]Totally[/i] another.

[color=ed145b]"You..."[/color] Kimmy bit the inside of her lip-- hesitated. [color=ed145b]"You [i]could've[/i] stayed back at my place and worked on that essay,"[/color] she half-sighed, after a second of deliberation. [color=ed145b]"I can't imagine a... [i]poision juice[/i] was worth wasting your whole afternoon."[/color] Kimmy shrugged her book-bag back onto her shoulder-- unbunched the torso of her black, ankle-length dress, so that fabric would sit a little more neatly above her dirt-streaked, neon-berry hightops. [color=ed145b]"Especially not considering Operation Poison Kim wound up failure."[/color]