[ it's literally taking all of clary fray's very limited self-control to not tina belcher groan her way through poe's very small but very charming bungalow. honestly, she has no idea what she's doing, and without the strong motivation of people nearly dying or obnoxiously built up sexual tension, instinct hasn't totally taken over yet.
but she follows him, because... why not. seems like a good idea. nobody's here to tell her not to let him smooch her.
but no one is here to tell clary not to immediately get down on her knees to greet the small robot son, either — so obviously that's exactly what she does as soon as she sees him, her bright smile alternating audiences between the tiny spider spyder and the man looking in her direction. ]
Hi, little guy! [ does spyder speak? does he just keep doing little roomba circles, bumping into clary's legs in the middle of the floor, making his little spyder noises? who knows. she's charmed. ] I love him.
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but she follows him, because... why not. seems like a good idea. nobody's here to tell her not to let him smooch her.
but no one is here to tell clary not to immediately get down on her knees to greet the small robot son, either — so obviously that's exactly what she does as soon as she sees him, her bright smile alternating audiences between the tiny spider spyder and the man looking in her direction. ]
Hi, little guy! [ does spyder speak? does he just keep doing little roomba circles, bumping into clary's legs in the middle of the floor, making his little spyder noises? who knows. she's charmed. ] I love him.