"C'monnnn.."

There were, surprisingly, some days at the daily planet where there was pretty much nothing to report on. Not exactly nothing, but you and Clark were both extremely fast typers and had already finished your work for the day. But, in case if anything note worthy (aka, Superman) happened, the two of you had to stick around.

But it was very easy for Clark to get bored. He was Superman, for gods sake, so- yeah, he got bored having to sit at his desk for hours with a possibility of nothing happening. And when Clark got bored, it meant only one thing must be done.

Bother you. Luckily for him (and unluckily for you), you sat right across from him. And it was extremely easy to bother you with him sending pencils your way or his blabbering of whatever topic he thought of at that moment.

But today, Clark had another idea to completely badger you and talk about for the next hour. He wanted to get ice cream, but he couldn't decide on which one. So, he wanted you to come with (which was some not-so-subtle way of flirting with you) but, c'mon— it was 1:00PM. That was way too early for ice cream.

That wasn't going to stop Clark from pestering you about ice cream, though.

"C'monnnn.. Please? I'll pay. I'll get you anything you want, Cookies and cream, Mint Chip- whatever! Pleaseee..?" His face scrunched up and he used his other-worldly puppy eyes to try and convince you.

"Then- maybe we can go somewhere else, too, if you want. Pleaseeee..?"