[The main mission is still at the front of Clara's mind, but at Sarah's suggestion, the thoughts pushed a bit farther back start to come forward. Yeah, yes, back to this woman's place, that was precisely what she had been counting on. It almost feels like it was her own idea, now.]
God, yeah.
[She tosses Sarah her most enticing smile, urging her the last stretch towards the alarm. A nearby blade flashes moonlight across the device for just a moment.]
Alright. Here goes.
[The teen-delinquent thrill of the moment, the proximity to danger, the promise of later activities - it all seems connected, all bound up in the same flash of madness behind Clara's eyes, in the brilliance of her grin. She squeezes Sarah's hand, gives an excited huff of a laugh, and then throws the switch.
Instantly, the alarm shrieks into action. White lights flash from above, accompanying the chirps. A few people in the crowd seem distracted by the sound, and for a moment that seems like it's all it's going to do. Then - blessedly - the sprinklers start up, like rain after a drought, and Clara laughs, turning to face Sarah in what feels like delighted slow-motion, the spray of water already dampening her hair.]
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God, yeah.
[She tosses Sarah her most enticing smile, urging her the last stretch towards the alarm. A nearby blade flashes moonlight across the device for just a moment.]
Alright. Here goes.
[The teen-delinquent thrill of the moment, the proximity to danger, the promise of later activities - it all seems connected, all bound up in the same flash of madness behind Clara's eyes, in the brilliance of her grin. She squeezes Sarah's hand, gives an excited huff of a laugh, and then throws the switch.
Instantly, the alarm shrieks into action. White lights flash from above, accompanying the chirps. A few people in the crowd seem distracted by the sound, and for a moment that seems like it's all it's going to do. Then - blessedly - the sprinklers start up, like rain after a drought, and Clara laughs, turning to face Sarah in what feels like delighted slow-motion, the spray of water already dampening her hair.]