[ Clark opens the door and the room smells like corn muffins, but maybe that isn't quite as noticeable as the bright smile that comes across his face when he sees Bruce standing there.
All too easily, he chirps, ] Hi, Bruce! [ And the door is opened wider in a gesture of having nothing to hide at all. ] Come in, come in.
[ Not that the room's all that decorated yet, granted. Clark's moved the furniture enough to create a kind of balanced look to it, but there aren't very many personal items in there. Most interesting are probably three intricate, wooden posts gently leaning against the wall; they look freshly sandpapered, newly worked on. ]
It's nice to see you again... [ His voice trails off when he recognises what's in his hand. ] ...oh. [ Predictably, Clark's face turns a soft shade of pink. ] Is that for-- me?
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All too easily, he chirps, ] Hi, Bruce! [ And the door is opened wider in a gesture of having nothing to hide at all. ] Come in, come in.
[ Not that the room's all that decorated yet, granted. Clark's moved the furniture enough to create a kind of balanced look to it, but there aren't very many personal items in there. Most interesting are probably three intricate, wooden posts gently leaning against the wall; they look freshly sandpapered, newly worked on. ]
It's nice to see you again... [ His voice trails off when he recognises what's in his hand. ] ...oh. [ Predictably, Clark's face turns a soft shade of pink. ] Is that for-- me?