Okay, maybe she should have expected that. Clarisse takes a stumbling step backward (too late, already punched) and rubs at her hip, wincing as Abby gets herself untangled and sits up. Her hip aches and she knows there'll be a bruise there tomorrow morning, but she's consoling herself with the knowledge that there are way worse places to be punched at 2 AM.
Besides, they're lucky it was Clarisse who came down here to wake her up instead of, like... Lev. Abby might have punched his head right off his shoulders and into the backyard. The thought is just cartoonishly mean and chaotic enough to make Clarisse have to stifle a laugh.
"I'm not bony, dumbass, you just have terrible aim," she says, and climbs onto the bed, nudging Abby with her shoulder as she goes. "Shove over, I'm freezing."
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Okay, maybe she should have expected that. Clarisse takes a stumbling step backward (too late, already punched) and rubs at her hip, wincing as Abby gets herself untangled and sits up. Her hip aches and she knows there'll be a bruise there tomorrow morning, but she's consoling herself with the knowledge that there are way worse places to be punched at 2 AM.
Besides, they're lucky it was Clarisse who came down here to wake her up instead of, like... Lev. Abby might have punched his head right off his shoulders and into the backyard. The thought is just cartoonishly mean and chaotic enough to make Clarisse have to stifle a laugh.
"I'm not bony, dumbass, you just have terrible aim," she says, and climbs onto the bed, nudging Abby with her shoulder as she goes. "Shove over, I'm freezing."