Hi Mary!
It’s been a long time. Sorry! But I do have a couple of spare minutes for short bits
Now, though...all it seemed to accomplish was making him feel naked.
Cue ‘when you show up to your brother’s parents dinner naked’.
“your parents don't mind that their son is constantly being filmed and photographed, with not even a mask to hide your face?”
Well, it’s not like he’s starring in x-rated movies or anything.
“You look like you're in pain,” Mrs. Renaud noted, frowning.
Ulcer. From all the arguing.
Clark shrugged. “Oh, any thumb. Er, anything.” He was dimly aware of a swift kick at his leg, followed by another stifled hiss of pain from Michel.
Yes, kicking steel girders isn’t recommended.
“It's kind of hard to explain,” Clark began.
“It shows maps of Earth and Krypton,” Michel chimed in. “It can also plant information directly into your head when you touch it!”
“...That,” Clark said, smiling a little.
“And you've gone out of your way to make it so that people will *try* to find you.”
To be fair, it’s all just a courtship scheme. Any woman who finds out the truth about him will get first dibs on his bedroom.
“I see.” Clark heaved a sigh. “Well, thank you all for a lovely dinner, and I'm sorry about the mess. Good evening.”
Oh boy.
Michael
