<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3e/ClarkLeightonLarge.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong><strong>Clark Jacoby Leighton</strong>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13070156#msg13070156)<br/><strong>Time / Location:</strong>June 2, Night, Leighton Residence<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Black towel.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Violet Leighton<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Helping mom.<br/><br/>Clark heard his mother calling and rolled his eyes. Part of him dreaded to think what petty task awaited him. Or embarrassing perhaps. Vi did occasionally ask him for 'A young man's opinion on this design.' or similar. He wasn't sure if she ever took his opinion seriously, or if she just like to tease him. But in the interest of a quieter life, he learnt not to play the grumpy teenager.<br/><br/>"No problem, just freshening up." He called as he entered the bathroom, ducking under a hot and pounding shower to blast off the light sweat the hot night and long walk had produced. Coming back out ten minutes later, a sharp citrus scent clung to him a bit tighter than the towel around his waist. He rubbed a smaller towel through his red hair, padding into Vi's study humming to himself, still beaded with moisture.<br/><br/>"Hey Bogey. Keeping mum safe?" He leant down to ruffle behind the husky's ears with one damp hand, making the dog huff and shimmy at the feel of it. Putting his forearm across the back of Vi's chair, Clark rested his weight for a moment, gaze kept above his mother and her computer in a practised casual manner. "What did you need a hand with, Vi? It's been a while since somethings come up, I think?"