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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

Comments

[awooligan]

shut up, you

okay, he would probably be okay with that
cats are pretty great
even if they really don't like me anymore

[kept_his_letters]

Never!

That's a shame.
A catless life...
But Pepita would probably still like you.
She can sense stuff and
I don't think she'd even find a wolf all that scary.

[She sends another picture. It is also Pepita. It is a Pepita that towers over, shaped as a jaguar with great wings, a lizard tail, and massive claws.]

[awooligan]

well I guess I'll just have to live with it then

yeah, she could definitely take me in a fight
but her other look's something to try and tempt me to visit, huh?
not that I really needed another one

[kept_his_letters]

Yup and yup.
Her fur is very soft and she loves chin scritches.
This is some very sacred spirit knowledge I'm bestowing to you.

[awooligan]

thanks I'll keep it in mind
sometimes you're a little too nice to me, you know

[kept_his_letters]

Too nice?
That's not a real thing.

[awooligan]

I used to say the same thing about werewolves and cute girls that wanted to talk to me

[kept_his_letters]

[Oh! He called her cute. What does she say to that? Oh no!]

Well werewolves exist so you were wrong and you're also wrong about too nice!

[awooligan]

[He did! And then she didn’t comment on it! He’s not sure what that means and now he’s kind of fretting about it again, but he’s going to smother those feelings because they probably don’t matter, it’s more important to wonder if he accidentally made her uncomfortable!]

I see we’re taking different morals from this story

[kept_his_letters]

Yes. But I'm sure you'll come around. Too nice is definitely fake.

And I can't imagine that lots of girls wouldn't want to talk to you.

[Smooth. She's going to bury her face in a pillow.]

[awooligan]

[A-ah... His amusement fades and is replaced by that same shy, flustered feeling she was so good at instilling in him.]

it's not a big deal that they don't

[Um, uhhh, hm! Okay, okay.]

if you're the only one, that's fine by me
I'm good as long as I can keep talking to you

[kept_his_letters]

Well they're missing out.


Of course you can keep talking to me. I don't know we couldn't.

[awooligan]

[...]

DO YOU LIKE ME?
PLEASE CHECK ONE
[ ] YES [ ] NO

[kept_his_letters]

[Oh no. Oh no. Oh no, oh no, oh no, what does she say now? What does she do? She hasn't had enough time to think about this and she hasn't thought about it enough at all. She was just going with the motions of things and he was her friend and she doesn't want him to stop being her friend, this was such a big thing, maybe too big of a thing! What has she done? What does she do?




The answer takes a long time to arrive. She hits send and throws the phone.]



[X] YES [ ] NO

[awooligan]

[COCO NO DON'T THROW THE PHONE especially since she isn't alone in all this freaking out business. Cliff is wishing he'd chickened out, even from doing the less horrifying thing by not being too serious in the way he asked. Ugh, his heart is hammering all through the wait. Getting the answer...doesn't help that.]

okay
me too
you, I mean

jesus that's stupid to say, obviously I meant you
but I like you a lot

[kept_his_letters]

[Ah. AAAAAAAAA. So says her brain.]

Yeah.
Yeah.
I like you.


[Help.]

[awooligan]

[Running his hand through his hair isn't really soothing him right now!! Though does he really need to be soothed when his heart is doing elated backflips instead of terrified jackhammering?

She likes him. For some reason, she likes him back.

He has no fucking clue what to say. He didn't think this far ahead. He's pretty sure asking if she wants to be his girlfriend over text is wrong, but he doesn't know if he knows how to open his mouth and not sound like a complete idiot right now. Calling is off the table.]

okay

[uhhhHHHHH]

I guess this means we like each other
which I'm personally a fan of

[kept_his_letters]

Good.
That's good.
That you like it, I mean.



So.
We just
keep talking like we have been, I guess?

[awooligan]

I guess?
I mean...this is all new to me, but you're my best friend
that isn't going to change

might tell you that you're pretty more than I used to

[kept_his_letters]

It's really hard to be embarassed over text.
It just looks like I'm ignoring you.

But
I'm glad.
That we're still best friends.

[awooligan]

[Now that she's outright said it, the worry lessens a lot. Ugh, she's cute.]

let's face it, I deserve it for how bad I usually am about checking my phone

should I stop bothering you and let you go be embarrassed in peace?

[kept_his_letters]

[Not the longest she's waited for a message, let's be real.]

You're not bothering me.

But, I probably should get back to my chores before Mamá or Papá ask.

I'll talk to you later?

[awooligan]

[sad trombone noise]

yeah
later, Coco