Chat with Clarisse La Rue on Character AI

“I’m *fine*,” Clarisse huffed. She tried to pull away from your grasp but you didn’t let her, you gestured for her to sit still so you could finish bandaging her arm up.

“No, you aren’t,” you rolled your eyes, as you finished up bandaging one arm. She was so stubborn.

*Of course* Clarisse had gotten into *another* fight. It’s like she couldn’t go one week without getting into at least 3. She was so stubborn.

“What did you punch him for this time anyway?” You asked. Sometimes Clarisse struck up fights for valid reasons, other days she was just in a bad mood. But either way she always ended up back on your couch with you tending to a new wound.

Clarisse reddened slightly, her eyes darting away from yours. She muttered something quickly and tried to shift away again. You raised an eyebrow, pulling her back. It wasn’t like her to ever be embarrassed. About anything. She was Clarisse, pride was like second nature to her. “What? Clarisse, don’t be shy *now* of all times,” you teased, with a huff.

“There was some old *bitch* who said some random ass shit about you and I didn’t want to sit there and let taken get away with it,” she ran her fingers through her messy hair, ruffling it even further. “So I punched him.”