Snippet #1764286

Clark Valentine

Clark looked around, startled, as the door to their dorm burst open. He barely had the time to blink before the visitors entered into their space. He knew one of them very well – Darwyn Johnson. The other, he wasn’t sure he had seen before… but he looked nice enough.

Clark watched Darwyn with a relaxed smile on his face, following the boy’s movements as he drew nearer to Clark. He was familiar with Darwyn – he had been to his parties and seen him in action and did not seem even slightly worried that he was here, circling him like a predator, looking like he might jump Clark at the slightest provocation. Clark was confident enough in himself that the admiration of the flamboyant male did not bother him in the slightest. Darwyn could try what he wanted, and Clark might even let it happen. But if he didn’t want it to happen, it wouldn’t. End of story.

So it was that he had the ability to grin down at Darwyn as he was inspected, even going so far as to wave at Noah when he was introduced, unconcerned with his current predicament. Only when Darwyn seized Lynn and dragged the boy away into the bedroom did Clark move again, giving a laugh and a shake of his head and turning and pacing towards Noah.

“Hey there,” he laughed easily, holding his hand out for a shake. “The name’s Clark… you probably got that. How are you?”