[center][url=http://fontmeme.com/handwriting-fonts/][img]http://fontmeme.com/embed.php?text=Clover&name=ASafePlacetoFall.ttf&size=40&style_color=A5DED9[/img][/url][/center][hr] Clover finally sits up and she hisses, her body protesting at the sudden movement. She rubs at the back of her head carefully and decides nothing's really hurt except for her pride. The ginger girl looks up and sees that she's gathered a fairly decent crowd of fellow gym goers, which is just [i]perfect[/i], because she clearly needed to make even more of a spectacle of herself. "[color=darkgray]Are you okay?[/color]" She'd know that voice anywhere. It was like an angel's. A really gravelly, sexy, rumbling, evil angel, anyways. Regardless, it was beautiful and horrible all at once, to have to hear it again. "[color=darkgray]Clo? I - uh… how is this even possible?[/color]" "[color=lightblue]Hello Jar,[/color]" she says as cordially as possible, her soprano voice quiet as she finally begins to catch her breath. Clover starts to reach up to take his hand, but thinks better of it and pulls herself up on her own. She always did have a hard time keeping her hands off of him, once she started. Best not make this any harder than it already was. "[color=lightblue]I'm here with a couple of friends,[/color]" the pale girl explains, shifting her eyes and raising an eyebrow at the other people that had gathered to check on her. They seem to get the picture and begin to disperse, but a few scragglers hang back, clearly too interested in their interaction. "[color=lightblue]Well, this was lovely, Jar, but I have a couple chapters left on the roaming habits of the jaguarundi,[/color]" Clover tells him, brushing her hands down the front of her shirt to knock free any remaining dust before glancing back toward Jareth. "[color=lightblue]So, I guess I'll probably see you around?[/color]" she asks, shifting her weight anxiously and looking up at him from under her lashes. She wanted to make a break for it and run to the nearest railing so she could vault herself into the ocean, because surely that would be better than this. But there were still people watching her and Clover was never one for making scenes, so she just stands there awkwardly, waiting to be dismissed.