( She hasn't been this wild in a long time, her feet carrying her swiftly over the sidewalk, hand still holding on to Kimberly's. It makes her feel weightless and alive, blood thrumming in her veins and lungs burning, her cheeks aching from smiling too much. It's the best feeling in the world and she's still coming down even as she sinks into a seat and eyes up the neatly printed list of foods. )
Something about a picture.
( The person who'd just taken a selfie moves aside and Clary catches sight of the framed photograph, hissing a yes under her breath. She's jumping up immediately, taking Kimberly's hand like the other girl had done before and guiding her that way. She leaves her bag though, she still wants to eat.
When she has the both of them by the photo, Clary grins and folds their arms together, shoulders pressed close as she angles her camera to include the two of them plus the picture. She's pulling a cute face, lips pursed like she's blowing a kiss. Kimberly, she hopes you like selfies. )
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Something about a picture.
( The person who'd just taken a selfie moves aside and Clary catches sight of the framed photograph, hissing a yes under her breath. She's jumping up immediately, taking Kimberly's hand like the other girl had done before and guiding her that way. She leaves her bag though, she still wants to eat.
When she has the both of them by the photo, Clary grins and folds their arms together, shoulders pressed close as she angles her camera to include the two of them plus the picture. She's pulling a cute face, lips pursed like she's blowing a kiss. Kimberly, she hopes you like selfies. )