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[awooligan]

CLIFFORD NORMAN
UN: REDRIDINGHOODIE

STATUS: grade 11

ACCOLADES: n/a.

BIO: name's cliff. let me know if you'll buy cigarettes and shit for me, we can work something out.

© TESSISAMESS

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[hawkwardness]

[Tired is the mood when a person thinks to himself that people like Carl seem to be so common...]

< And there would have been no way to prove you weren't, even without the... wolf stuff. Can't please 'parents' like that, I know. They've already made up their minds. >

[awooligan]

[The wolf hums, an ear tipping a little to the side in a moment of private, bitter amusement.]

Yep. Whatever. He's not my problem anymore, anyway.

[hawkwardness]

< No, I guess he isn't. Not from halfway across the world. >

[And that's all he has to say, apparently. Moving along quietly...]

[awooligan]

[Cliff isn't in any hurry to correct the assumption, just falls into his own short silence. Then he sighs dramatically and picks up his pace to the quadrupedal equivalent of a jog.]

Let's go! Cliff time for Cliff, I'm bored of just walking around. Thought the point was to have fun as a wolf.

[hawkwardness]

< Hey, I'm following you. Unless you mean you're looking for a cliff... for Cliff. >

[Dear god, that was awful and he's not sorry.]

[awooligan]

[He huffs and rolls his eyes so hard his head tips to watch Tobias again.]

That was indeed what I meant. Thought you said there was a cool place out here.

can't just leave it at 69 comments

[hawkwardness]

< There is. See if you can keep up with me. >

[And with that, he's going to get these hooves running. Being a deer is kind of nice...]

I mean, couldn't you have? I would have been tempted.

[awooligan]

[Cliff's moody bullshit vanishes as his ears perk up, and he's quick to race after Tobias. Now this is what he's talking about!!! Not even a little bit of trouble keeping up, even if he has to focus more on the trees around him than the deer he's supposed to be chasing. Running alongside? Being smug and managing to get ahead, even, sometimes? Perhaps.]

Re: I mean, couldn't you have? I would have been tempted.

[hawkwardness]

[Well, that answers the question if he would have been able to hack it in the wild as a deer instead of a bird. Nope. Chased down and eaten by wolves. Fortunately, it's all in good fun.

The cliff they eventually reach is not awe-inspiring, nothing people would tour France to see, but it's there and it's the closest. There's a bit of a view, at least??]

< Here. This is as good as it gets. But it's not bad, I hope. >

[awooligan]

[There's still a playful trot to his steps as he goes over to the cliff's edge and looks out, and with him panting a little and having a goofy wolf grin on his face, the colored ball of his piercing will be visible. Wolf with a pierced tongue, because it wasn't weird enough.

Seemingly satisfied, Cliff stretches and plops his butt down. The next moment, he's a boy with his legs dangling over the side.]

Not quite like my spot back home, but not bad. Easier to think in a place like this than anywhere down at school, anyway.

[hawkwardness]

[Wolf with a pierced tongue may as well happen. Tobias has learned not to question the little things like that. He's back to nibbling at the plantlife, probably not meaning to be obnoxious about it.]

< I'm with you on thinking better when I'm up high, I get it. >

[awooligan]

[Cliff looks over with a smirk and raised eyebrow. His voice feigns shock.]

What? The hawk thinks better high up? Say it ain't so!

[hawkwardness]

< Ha ha. > [Sarcasm so thick it might suffocate them both.]

< You'd get it if you could fly. I wonder why I've never seen anyone here actually ride on broomsticks. Stereotypes have to come from somewhere, right? >

[awooligan]

Yeah, rub it in...

[Flying sounds...so good... Speeding through the fields is fine and dandy, but it's gotta feel extra windy and cool up there. Only bad part would be being out in the open where anyone could see him.]

...I have to ask Coco if she can ride on a broom. If anyone's looked into it, it'd definitely be her tíos.

[hawkwardness]

< Yeah, right. Only if you want a flying pair of sneakers. A broomstick is definitely cooler and won't have you dragged into the air upside down. >

[...Damned if he knows where he heard stories about those goofy guys, but he apparently has.]

[awooligan]

[...He looks down to his shoes, orange and green monstrosities that he inexplicably likes, apparently.]

I think flying shoes could be cool. Not the upside down part, but jet boots, or like. Wings.

[He likes the idea...]

[hawkwardness]

[Psh, everyone knows wolves are a bit colorblind.]

< No, yoy can't just fly with your feet, you'd never be able to balance. You've got to have some sort of... flying gloves too. Ever seen the one movie with the guy in the robot suit? >

[Look, he knows flying, it's his number one thing.]

[awooligan]

Hey, fine. Give me the gloves too.

[LAY IT ALL ON HIM, LET HIM SOAR]