[ Clary Fray has never really been any good at staying in one place.

Ever since she can remember she's always loved exploring the world around her. Whether that be her apartment building, the streets of Brooklyn, or hell, even Luke's cop car, she's always done it without care nor permission. Sadly this often sent her parental figures into a panic, or best friend into a sulk when she didn't think to take him with her. But she couldn't ever help herself. What was the point in sitting back when the whole wide world was out there, living and learning and generally being amazing? What was the point when she could be doing instead of waiting. So, while logically she should be devoting her time to getting her feet, Clary has decided to stay true to who she is and find adventure.

( Alec said something about rock trolls, what did anyone expect? )

She's halfway to the beach when she hears a noise in the undergrowth, hand falling to where she's tucked her seraph blade into the waistband of her jeans. Without pulling it free, Clary instead cocks her head towards the sound and then turns slowly, silently. She does not expect the creature that ambles out, like a being from a fairytale, all mossy movements and gentle grace, the snuffling fumble of a child beside it. The breath she sucks in is loud, but unfrightened, and the bison swings it's gaze towards her and lets out a snort. ]

Oh my god.

[ It's half a whisper, wonder creeping into her voice. ] Oh look at you, you're gorgeous.

[ She wishes she had a camera. Or someone to clutch on to. She probably needs someone to stop her from stepping too close, but whatever. Clary's already doing that, hands held up in a soothing motion. ] Hey there.

Okay, first off -- ?

[ Yes, that is a very annoyed redhead bickering with a yellow mouse-like creature on the sidewalk outside. What of it? ] That's not my name so it's not preferred. Seriously, I have hives now. And second, rude. My relationship status is not complicated! [ She throws her hands up, agitated. It is complicated, but you know, don't look at her. ] And I don't like fighting. Stop lying.

[ The daemon intones the information on getting rid of the projection and Clary makes a noise that would probably a swearword if she were anyone else, twirling on her heel to angrily stomp away. ] I thought my Cuddlr made me weird, but this?

[ Is that a bench? Yes. Is she going to sink down on it, crossing her arms over her chest and huffing as she eyes up her bright yellow companion speculatively. ] I wish you'd do the Pikachu voice.

[ Whatever, she'll take it.

Clary is tucked into a booth, a milkshake on the table and the game of hangman before her. She's lazily stirring her straw around the glass, but she stops whenever she looks up at approaching footsteps. ]

How many letters is in Zachary Quinto? [ Wait, the world ended. ] Oh man, this means Chris Pine is dead.

[ Whatever takes your fancy! I'm at athosing for plotting. ]