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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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[awooligan]

[Or both? Is it both?? There's no one old enough to ask right now, and he doesn't actually care, he was just stalling.]

Or playing sheepdog?

[Hardy har. He absently scratches at the table's surface, like maybe that will peel away his discomfort.]

Uh, maybe. Yeah. Hurry up and eat, though, I didn't work this hard for nothing.

[kept_his_letters]

Ha! Yes!

[Though not really, since they wouldn't be herding anything.]

Oh! Right! Disculpe.

[With a flush to her cheeks, she takes to the Atole. The sweet flavors of the cinnamon, vanilla, and panela bring her right back home, with Mamá. The homesickness rises again, but it's more settled now, with the promise of going home soon and her Papá around with her.

She gives praise shyly but tries to focus more on hurrying as he asked. Also so he doesn't lose his nerve, what little he has mustered. Eventually, she gets up, bringing the mug to the sink.]

Okay! Let's go!

[awooligan]

[Oh nooo, he was just hoping to take the heat off him, not make her actually hurry through. This is just going to bring him back around to things he was too shy for. At least he can be privately happy about how he seemed to have done a good enough job with the food prep.

The mess of sweets can be left out, honestly -- if someone came by, they were welcome to his spoils, because it was more about the Atole than anything this morning. Atole and...dancing. And/or being a wolf. Better a wolf than a chicken, though, so he pushes himself to a stand and brushes his crumb-covered fingers on his skinny jeans.]

Yeah, okay. Have you ever been into the forest here?

[kept_his_letters]

[Not before she grabs at least one of the sweets to go!]

Nope! No forest adventures yet. At least, not that far in. Anything I should know?

[Perhaps she's wrong but she has to assume the werewolf here would know more than she does.]

[awooligan]

[Well, she's not wrong.]

Nah. It's just a normal forest, I think. If you get lost, I can find you again. Tobias and I came through here to go sit on a mountain ledge -- it's a pretty cool place. Not as open as Oklahoma, but good enough.

guess who forgot to hit send

[kept_his_letters]

Great! Nothing to worry about except a ledge then.

[It's probably too cold to get kidnapped by the fae anyway, which would be a very bad joke given contexts.

She's moving ahead, skipping and twirling, but staying close to him. Even ahead, she doesn't entirely stray away.

Of course, the moment they hit the grass is going to be another story.]

[awooligan]

[Yes, please don't get kidnapped by fae...... Please don't get kidnapped at all, that would be devastating and also very hard to explain to her family.

Cliff is content to trail along behind, though he can't help taking a glance around even as he tells himself that any attention her skipping is getting, it would be put on her instead of him. Racing on ahead once they reach nature is a good distraction from his self-conscious thoughts and pulls a short, surprised laugh from him.

As much practice as he'd had, it's weird to pull back on running. Her headstart leaves a gap that steadily closes even when he's not trying to outpace her, and when they fall in line he looks over with a bright, satisfied grin. Nyeh nyeh. Into the woods!]

[kept_his_letters]

[She gets but a few moments worth of cheater's victory, rushing ahead, and then she hears him and soon enough sees him too at her side. She grins right back at him and laughs helplessly all the while. She never had a chance.

They race together into the woods, deeper and deeper so the world is left behind and he can feel a little safer being himself in every sense. She aims to reach a clearing, some space open enough that she can dance.

When she finds it, she stops and spins in place.]

[awooligan]

[The forest is lush and full of life, but as he watches her, he can't but to think that it's nothing compared to Coco. Then he thinks that that was a really embarrassing, dumb thought and he's eternally grateful no one else knows about it. She's wonderful, though...

Heart feeling lighter even with his usual discomfort, it's a wolf that canters up to Coco's side and circles around her with a playful bounce. It's also a good chance to weigh which scenario is more mortifying: openly being a werewolf around a human, or trying to actually dance with a girl as his awkward self.]

[kept_his_letters]

[When the wolf joins her, she grins wider and laughs with his bouncing. It's cute. There's no other way to put it but she has the mercy in her not to say it out loud.

There are skips, spins, and backwards steps. She doesn't know real proper dances but she doesn't need to, out here. She moves around him and watches as he moves around her. The very unmagical bruja and el Lobo Rojo, finally "running" free.

Eventually when she can dance no more (because no matter how she loves it, she's not about to have more energy than a wolf), she drops down to lay on the earth. And then get up with a shiver and a laugh.]

That's cold!

[Okay, so, no the best idea. Back to her feet she goes.]

I guess I should head back. Or help you clean up in there. Do you feel better?

[awooligan]

[As happy as he is to be with her and seeing her so lost in the joy and playfulness of it all, it's a relief to stop. Wolves just have to run around and that's good enough, but even so, it feels like he should be doing more for a proper dance. Never mind that he still can't get fully on board with the dancing thing in the first place.

To rub in the fact that she can't set her silly human self on the ground, Clifford lays where she just was, chin tucked against his paws and tail wagging in a silent, beckoning tease of chase me, chase me. The question gets it to slow, and he raises his head instead. Well...]

I wasn't ever feeling bad.

[Sort of a lie, but most of the bad feelings, from his point of view, had to do with the fact that she was going home. Now here she was talking about going away, just on a smaller scale. Shove all bad memories of Carl aside! Shove the reality of being a wolf right this second aside! Surely those things couldn't be a big deal.]

Do you have to? It's so boring around here without you. [The room feels so empty!! Although having it to himself again is mostly good.]

[kept_his_letters]

You were feeling like you couldn't be you. That you weren't safe to be yourself. That feels pretty bad.

[Maybe not terrible, but still not good. That wagging tail, however, does indicate things are a little better. It's so, so very hard not to grin at that.]

I could always come back. If you're really that bored.

[Even as she teases him, she's touched. It's a nice thing, to be wanted around like that.]

[awooligan]

[blehhh, buzzkill.]

This isn't me.

[He's about to say that it counts as half at best, but she'd probably do the sensible thing and argue that means he couldn't be his whole, true self, and he doesn't want to have to get into an argument he's just going to lose with her. That's no fun.]

You'd better. I want you to hang out with your dad, but you'll get to see him every day. What am I supposed to do, huh?

[But fine, fine... With a huff, he rolls himself over dramatically to give himself the momentum to get up. As he stands, he only needs to get up on two legs instead of four.]

[kept_his_letters]

[She's a little disappointed by his response, but, she's not magic. At least not that kind. He's got to work things out there himself.]

Oh, I don't know. Do your homework. Go to class. Make friends. Run around in the woods some more.

[Things he probably hasn't been doing that much.]

You're you. All of you. At least that's how I see. But, there is one thing about this form of you that's kind of better...

[awooligan]

Ugh. Okay, whatever.

[Classes are no fun at all? But thanks for...almost letting him off the hook, Coco. It's probably better for him in the long run that she include his werewolf self as part of his whole self, anyway. Not that he can see that so well, right now.

He looks over at her, a little surprised and a lot curious.]

Huh?

[kept_his_letters]

[She hesitates. There is a moment there where she wonders if she should have thought about this before just saying it, and if he'd accept a lie, whatever lie she came up with. She bites her lip and looks away.]

Well. Um.

[She side steps closer to him.]

This.

[And just like that, she leans in to kiss his cheek. A quick peck, before he can dart away and before she can stop herself.

Then, the rest of her brain catches up. She flushes bright red and quickly runs.]

[awooligan]

[Someone getting so close to him is a strange feeling, but Coco’s allowed, even if his brain is screaming at least four different reasons why he should run. But he doesn’t, and she’s right there, and he finds himself leaning a little bit towards her in return like maybe she’s going to tell him a secret, or something? That’d be pretty weird, since they’re all the way out here, but —-

It might have made more sense to him than what actually happens, and wouldn’t have left him stupidly standing there, watching her go and feeling like he’s on fire.]

Uh.

[Did that happen? That happened. Huh.

...He should probably be going after her! Though it isn’t like catching up is hard at all, and what’s he supposed to do then? Well, he’ll have to find out.]

Uh, Coco! Wait? [??????? why was that a question, he’s so stupid]

[kept_his_letters]

No!

[No waiting. Only running and being stupid now.

If she weren't running she'd cover her face. But then, she wouldn't be able to run right or see where she's going and she'd almost definitely run into something.]

If I stop I'll die!

[This is not technically true but it's true enough!]

[awooligan]

[No, you know what? That's fair. He can see the logic in that, and slows to a jog, then a stop. Because he might be able to understand her "you stop, you die" struggle, but right now he's really feeling the "you talk, you die" energy in his soul. In a daze, he stares after her.]

Uh, okay... Thanks?

[why the hell -- what is wrong with him?]

[kept_his_letters]

That's what I should say!

[That is kind of what she wanted it to say. For the Atole, for the dance, for the day, for saving her father, for the past months and making her feel like she could be her whole self for the first time.

But she's running because she showed a little too much self. What can you do?]

I'll see you later! Thank you!