Rest in peace oh good and noble lamplight. You were a good lamp for the two week you were installed here against the employees' better judgements that you (predictably) would not last long with them. At least the owner of the shop is used to lightbulbs exploding out of the blue since purchasing it. She is officially happy that this is happening in a shop that's used to these sort of things, not the other shops that considered themselves 'lucky' to avoid accidents like this.
That's Clara's only consolation over this happening.
"You two!" Clara is quick to get between them, looking them back and forth with her sternest expression as possible in hopes of stopping them from saying anymore very rude things. While she could leave them be to duke it out, there is no way on earth she'll actually let that happen. At all. "It doesn't matter if it was a coma or not a coma! Two days? Willard! You're such a smart man. She's only concerned for you like how I'm concerned for you now.
"And Aradia! Please! At this rate all the streetlamps outside are going to catch on fire. Someone is going to notice and I don't want you to get hurt." She takes a deep breath since she hasn't raised her voice like that since Tonyo graduated highschool and but wait no. She doesn't need to breathe. She's a ghost. "Before anyone asks here -- Yes. They can catch on fire from my experience."
Looking back at the poor remnants of the light, she cants her head and takes note of it. Compared to everything else, the light was quite sturdy which is the whole point of the purchase to prevent it being easily blown out. She knew of Aradia's abilities to be a danger to lightbulbs and anything electronic but she never thought it could be this active, let alone powerful with how many she's managed to get in such a short amount of time. Emotional or not that takes a lot of power from the ghost and she keeps on at it.
Her brow furrows some more. Not out of hysterical concern but calculated thought. Hmmm. "--How long has this been going on? You two being friends, I mean. Not this fight."
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That's Clara's only consolation over this happening.
"You two!" Clara is quick to get between them, looking them back and forth with her sternest expression as possible in hopes of stopping them from saying anymore very rude things. While she could leave them be to duke it out, there is no way on earth she'll actually let that happen. At all. "It doesn't matter if it was a coma or not a coma! Two days? Willard! You're such a smart man. She's only concerned for you like how I'm concerned for you now.
"And Aradia! Please! At this rate all the streetlamps outside are going to catch on fire. Someone is going to notice and I don't want you to get hurt." She takes a deep breath since she hasn't raised her voice like that since Tonyo graduated highschool and but wait no. She doesn't need to breathe. She's a ghost. "Before anyone asks here -- Yes. They can catch on fire from my experience."
Looking back at the poor remnants of the light, she cants her head and takes note of it. Compared to everything else, the light was quite sturdy which is the whole point of the purchase to prevent it being easily blown out. She knew of Aradia's abilities to be a danger to lightbulbs and anything electronic but she never thought it could be this active, let alone powerful with how many she's managed to get in such a short amount of time. Emotional or not that takes a lot of power from the ghost and she keeps on at it.
Her brow furrows some more. Not out of hysterical concern but calculated thought. Hmmm. "--How long has this been going on? You two being friends, I mean. Not this fight."
Which is interchangeable at this rate.