fandomhigh | Art Club, Art Classroom, Monday, 4/6

So yesterday half the school was fighting zombies and a big chunk of the other half actually was zombies, and today things were back to normal.

Kind of normal. Sort of normal. Normal enough that Claire was in the art room after classes, dragging out crayons, construction paper, and pipe cleaners for the club meeting, when an especially small and timid gremlin who would never have bothered her at all if it wasn't for the treaty hopped out from behind the tempera paints and bit her wrist hard.

"Fucking OW," Claire said, and that was the last thing Claire would say as herself for quite a while. For the moment, she thought she was a three-year-old furry red monster.

"La la la la, la la la la, Elmo's world ...," he sang, repeating it as people assembled for the club. Elmo kept talking once everyone was there. He had so many friends, and they all looked so smart!

"Hi! Elmo's goldfish Dorothy was thinking about art." Dorothy was, in fact, a misshapen attempt at pottery left in the studio to dry, and thus had probably been thinking about no such thing. "Elmo has a question for you! How do you make art?"

He bounced. "And after you answer that, we'll sing the art song! 'Art art art, art art art, art art art art aaaaaaart'!"

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It just had to be Claire, too, didn't it? It couldn't have been someone he could actually mess with and propagate with shit because they weren't someone who, in a few hours, would have the power to withhold important things like sex from him...

"Yeah," Cal muttered, trying to think of the easiest, most harmless thing to possibly say. "A little sleepy."

Prancing around a library all day, singing, could do that to a person.

"Elmo will sing a special song so Cal can get to sleep!" Claire decided, mercifully unaware of the calculations going on in Cal's head. "Sleep sleep sleep, sleep sleep sleep, sleep sleep sleep sleep sleeeeeep!"

Al of Elmo's songs sounded a lot like "Jingle Bells,"

Oh, God. Cal let out a groan, caught in between how absolutely hilarious this was and wanting to save his own skin when Claire came back around. Hands still covering his face, he was trying to stifle a few miserable chuckles that couldn't be helped.

"No," he said. "Really, I'm fine. I don' tneed a song, but that was...that was pretty good. Really...creative."

"Elmo makes up good songs!" Elmo said.

He really, really didn't.

"Elmo is going to go draw with Elmo's other friends now! Bye bye, Cal. Go to sleep."

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Cal sighed, melting with relief of being released from the effort of having to hold back.

Until, of course, another thought struck him. It was probably inevitable, really, that the whole of art club would be subjected to this terrifying vision of Claire, but Cal felt obligated, just as he had over the weekend, to at least make it seem like he'd make the effort to try to stop this madness.

"Err, maybe," he suggested, "we should all take naps, or something. Naps are good, right?"

And 'Elmo' here couldn't interact with people if she was napping.

Elmo gave Cal a very, very patient look as he thought this over. Naps were good.

"Right now it's time to draw!" he finally decided. "But after it's time to draw, it can be time to nap. Can you read Elmo a story before naptime?"

Well, it couldn't be said that Cal didn't at least try, and that was all he was going for.

"Sure," he said, rubbing his forehead a little. "I can read you a story when its naptime."

Maybe he'll luck on and, in retrospect, Claire will think that was sweet.

"Cal is such a good friend," Elmo said, clapping his hands as if this was the best news ever. "Thank you Cal!"

He spread his arms wide for a great big muppet-y hug.

Oh, crap.

He really, really hoped Claire didn't try to kill herself after this. In fact, what he was mostly hoping was that Claire would just want a place to hide out for a few days, a place that he could every easily provide.

Cal was very careful about making sure that the hug he gave could not in the least bit be considered advantageous.

Claire would be very grateful for a place to hide out and as much booze as Cal could beg, buy, borrow or steal.

Right then, though, Elmo just wanted his hug. He gave Cal an entirely chaste extra squeeze before bounding off.

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