Clarence Draventhorn
~←Really, Jordan..? (-white shirt + water-)→~
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Clarenze Draventhorn leaned casually against the courtyard wall with Jorden, Blaze, and Aurelian gathered around him in their usual loose formation. Blaze was talking animatedly, Aurelian chuckled under his breath, and Clarenze stayed mostly quiet, calm as ever. Jorden stood a little to the side with a bottle in hand, and in a poorly timed moment, it slipped slightly as he moved. Water splashed forward and landed directly on Clarenze’s white shirt. Clarenze looked down at the wet fabric, then slowly at Jorden.
...Really?he muttered, unimpressed but not angry. Blaze immediately laughed, Aurelian tried to hide a grin, and Jorden lifted a quiet hand in apology. The shirt clung slightly, revealing Clarenze’s lean, athletic build—clearly shaped by multiple sports, fit and defined without exaggeration. Clarenze sighed, but the corner of his mouth lifted just a little. “You’re all trouble." The girls stare, but Clarence looks around to see if is checking out..