Put away those typewriters.

[fogmayor.livejournal.com]

[Clark is just standing there, staring.  (Which he is good at.)  He has his suit jacket in one hand and his other is on the door he just came through, which he could have sworn was the door to his office.  Where he is standing now, though, most definitely does not look like any room in his house.]


What in the...?

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[cuteandclever.livejournal.com]

Uhm, of a sort, I suppose.

[fogmayor.livejournal.com]

I'm sure he considers you a friend, then.

...I hope he will be all right while I'm trapped here.

[cuteandclever.livejournal.com]

I'm sure he's probably around here somewhere...

[fogmayor.livejournal.com]

I hope not.

[cuteandclever.livejournal.com]

{Sigh.} I should hope not either, someone so... naive as him, however I know others have seen him about.