The Second Coming: The Walking Dead: Season Six.

Chain Of Events - Part Ten (A): Pretty For The Party.

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"Are we good to go yet?" Clementine asked as she sat on the mattress redressing her thigh once more. Her wounds had almost healed over completely at this point but she didn't want to risk the friction of her jeans making them weep again.

Violet arched her back out of the doorway in response so she could squint down to the cafeteria Louis had insisted everyone now hence forth refer to as '720 Deep' The newly christened name of his makeshift party venue; derived from a plaque on the wall at the bottom of the bunker stairs.

She shook her head after coming back to a vertical stance. "Lights still out" She replied, referring to Louis' idea to use their flashlight as a means to show when they could make their way down. It'd stood delluminated for hours now.

"Well I hope he knows I'm making a bee line for the buffet table the second it goes on." Clementine huffed. It had been another day of neglecting the needs of her stomach until it started panging to the point of near nausea. "Can you pass me my jeans?" She added, tucking in the end of her gauze bandaging.

Violet nodded, first bending to retrieve the crumpled item of clothing and then holding it out for Clementine to take as she came close enough. The blonde affected a smile in doing so, but it was clear she was still a little pensive.

Clementine reached forward, stretching beyond her jeans to grasp Violet at the wrists, a small tug indicating she wanted to be joined down at her level. Violet complied, coming to kneel at the edge of the mattress the couple had made love on for the first time only two nights ago.

"Do you want to tell me what's going on up in there? Because I know you're not sick." Clem asked, pushing the sweeping bangs off her forehead.

Violet tried to deny her coaxing at first, shrugging her shoulders. "Not really, I was just having a moment. That's all" she replied, the fabricated smile making another appearance on her lips.

Clem refused to be deterred however, she never wanted that kind of feigned response to become even halfway to a habit between them.

"A moment you've been stuck in for a good few hours now..." She pressed, somehow remaining warm and gentle where anyone else would only sound cold, and impatient.

Violet managed to offer up a muted but much more authentic smile this time, though it did take Clementine clamping her feet to her waist and rubbing the balls of her ankles back and forth along either side to further cajole an actual explanation from her.

"It's so stupid though." She complained, averting eye contact and even sounding almost embarassed as she went on. "I just got a little bummed out by the mess up there, okay? It's no biggie." She protested, and yet not nearly enough to properly convince Clementine.

"The mess? Come on Vi, the only reason our room stays this clean is because you don't own enough anymore to make it messy." She joked, disbelievingly, an act that had Violet returning her gaze.

"Oh, really? And how would you know? You never saw my room while we were at Ericsons." She countered, confident in her assertion and yet still clearly surprised at the claim her girlfriend had made. She flicked the peak of Clems hat playfully then until it fell off her head, incorrectly thinking she had the high ground.

It was a true enough assertion so far as Violet herself knew, Clementine had never actually been inside, but she'd sure seen enough through the sliver of her open door to feel decisive in her denouncement.