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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

Date: 2021-02-09 09:44 pm (UTC)
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It warms her, seeing that he can appreciate the things she does. Coming here, finding this stuff, it had been a point of wonder for her back then. None of it, not a bit, was simply junk. She laughs but doesn't deny that letting him up here is something special.

"Six C batteries or a plug. I don't have either though so..." She rummages around until she finds a bit of white chalk. Then, on top of the machine, she draws a rune. "That lasts about an hour, if I can power it up with some mist."

They don't have that a lot of time right now, but maybe with him knowing where this place is, he'll be able to sneak out later with fewer problems. She briefly imagines a secret dance, as she's imagined before with previously faceless figures, but she shuts the thought down. That's not Cliff.

"I haven't told Teto or Mili yet. Mili can go anywhere, you know? Fairy magic and stuff. And, I haven't really gotten to know, um, Teto yet. Besides through Papá. So, for now, it's just you and me that know about it."

Date: 2021-02-09 11:35 pm (UTC)
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There's probably mist in a cupboard somewhere, but she's sure that will be with her Mamá's things or her Tíos'. It was easier to sneak things from the latter when the house was rife with chaos and almost impossible for sneak things from the former.

Her smile widens. She nods in agreement. That was her plan. If nothing else, she'd keep it their secret until Cliff had to return to France. Then once he was ready to come home, she'd bring in Teto. And Mili as soon as she found a way to keep them from blurting the truth out. They were all bad enough with secrets.

And then she's back to flushing and ducking her head. She shakes it.

"I-I don't know. I just told them you were my friend. But Papá keeps giving me looks."

Date: 2021-02-10 01:12 am (UTC)
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She laughs nervously as she says, "Y-yeah. That."

She'd tried to brush it off as teasing. It was teasing. But she'd opted not to put much thought into how much truth was behind it. Only that, maybe, there was some. Because Cliff is right. They hadn't much talked about it. She almost felt afraid to talk about it, like something would come apart on her if they did, though what she doesn't know. She doesn't know if it's their friendship, even if she does feel relief when he says that's still firmly in place.

All the same, another nervous laugh breaks from her and her eyes stay down on the floor. Her face stays red.

"You, um, you didn't ask me. Imaginary me must be pretty happy for all the attention," She jokes. She swallows her nerves. "Did you want me to be?"

Date: 2021-02-10 01:58 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] kept_his_letters
She wouldn't very much like to punch him. It would probably hurt them both and make them both upset at that. Besides that, it's hardly his fault. She'd kissed his cheek. She'd... needed to thank him somehow, some way more than just saying thanks. It needed to be more and then... then she was going to go. She was going to run away and then go back home and, truth be told, she'd kind of assumed he'd forget her. Maybe not right away, but eventually. And it would be okay and they would have been friends and she'd treasure what was. Life would go on.

Thinking about it, it was kind of how things might have gone with her Papá. If music hadn't been banned, if she'd been allowed that quiet but fading memory, if he'd never come back for that brief time... Mamá had never wanted to be the mournful maiden of fairytales and though she didn't like what happened instead, Coco wouldn't have wanted to be like that either. She would've allowed the memory to be and go as new memories were lain over. She realizes it's how she expected to be thought of too, one day lost in the layers of memory, neither an act of malice nor completely out of mind. Just a very small piece of someone's big life.

But Papá had come home for her. Mamá had always held her tight, even when she disappointed her. Cliff didn't just let go. She wonders why, but, she doesn't want to ask. She wants to answer.

"Yes," She says, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "That would be really nice."

Date: 2021-02-10 04:51 am (UTC)
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He so very carefully avoids contact. It's not something she's ever seen anyone do, really. People in her town, complete strangers even, would be familiar as old friends. But she's tried to mind differences and mind him too, as much because she wants to be kind as that she wants to be kind to him.

Perhaps it's because of that that such a little touch could send her heart racing. It makes her breath catch and her eyes fix on him, wondering and wondering what's to come next, if anything at all. Maybe if will be more of the same as they've been. Maybe everything will be different. She leans in either way.

"We don't have to announce it. Or keep it secret. We can just... keep it. Say it if we feel like or not. Is that okay?"

Date: 2021-02-10 11:30 pm (UTC)
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Her breath is held. She waits, her gaze fixed on him. But, ultimately, nothing comes of it. His gaze falls away and his hand doesn't even clasp hers. She feels disappointed for a moment, but only that. It would have been too much, too fast for him. She can understand. She smiles in a way she hopes is reassuring.

"Yes," She says with a nod. "Hopefully. You never know how crazy things are going to be."

But, if nothing else, she would find a way to make some time. A little lie for her family never hurt anything. Much.

"We should probably head out in case they've come back though. So it stays a secret."

Date: 2021-02-11 05:05 am (UTC)
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She's a little surprised when he offers his hand, but in a moment, she beams. There's no hesitation in taking it and she rises to her feet with him.

"Happily."


They don't get too far before the chaos returns. She shows her garden and she shows him her room-- another humble little thing, simple pictures on the walls, embroidered pillows, a bedside table, an old doll on a shelf where a tiara of paper flowers also sits, and the closet in which she hides her Tíos' funnier inventions, not to mention a makeshift superhero costume of spider theme which she laughingly says she made when that other boy was staying with her, before they'd moved to a city someplace else.

She shoves the costume away when she hears Pepita land outside the window, then she's running to the gate. Even now, even with company, she races to the front door and when her Papá steps through the gate, she runs to him with arms wide and he catches her. They hug, he kisses her, and neither let go, as if it were more than a mere hour apart.

Teto looks around the place. There's a little redness in his eyes, but it's fading, proof that whatever got into his system has at least settled for the moment. He takes the place in with awe.

Then Imelda steps forward. She places a gentle hand on her husband's shoulder, but speaks to him sternly.

"Now rest."

"Ay, mi amor, but you must know the pain I feel to leave you now. To part from you--"

There's a hint of red to Imelda's cheeks as she counters, "And it will be for much longer if you do not go."

He grins, then reaches for her hands, kisses her, and steps to the house.

"¡Buenos días, mi familial!" He calls back. "And you too, Cliff. Have fun!"

Imelda, exasperated, shoos her husband through the door before turning back to help her brothers with the luggage.

Edited Date: 2021-02-11 05:08 am (UTC)

Date: 2021-02-12 04:38 am (UTC)
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He calls her a nerd. She says he's just jealous that she got to swing off a building and he didn't.

At cliff's nudge, Teto puts on a smile. It's partly instinct, to plaster it on, but in this case he mostly means it. He's good. Enough to bump Cliff back before going to say awkwardly hi to Coco.

Héctor stops with Mili's approach, laughing because they had a whole car ride together, but he easily bends low to press a kiss to the top of their head before ruffling their hair. Imelda soon finds herself amused too, only by Mili's offer of assistance. She allows it, but he bids them to be careful, even knowing the luggage might be safer with them than her brothers.

She looks a little surprised by Cliff's offer but then Mili is right in the middle of that. Her hands go on her hips.

"Milagros. Do you want to help or do you want to smell roses? Because you cannot do both." She holds out a hand. "Give it here then. I will find a place for it, once I've checked it for residual magic."

Date: 2021-02-12 06:14 am (UTC)
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"Thank you, Mili," Imelda says, warmly, before the fairy child runs off. "And thank you as well, Clifford."

The conversation between Teto and Coco tends for the tentative and shy side. There's some warmth there for certain, but both seem unsure how to navigate it.

"--still the same. A bit."

"I guess things don't change much in Santa Cecilia," Coco laughs lightly.

"Are Señor y Señora Rivera-- er- your, um Abuelitos? Are they still in town?"

"They were on the outskirts for a while, in the old house, but they've moved further away. Not too far."

"Ah... And Señor Herrarez?"

"Who- Oh! Yes! I think. You mean that man in that old brown hat with the clay rattle on it?"

"Yeah! You've never talked to him? He tells all kinds of stories! All about the old temples and stuff. He even taught me a bit of the language. There was a song... Xikiyehua in xochitl, Xikiyehua ipan noyollotl, Pampa nimitzlazotla--"

"Pampa nimitzlazotla, Ika nochi noyollotl," She finishes, though with only half his grace.

"You know it!"

"I know Makochi Pitentzin better, but it's hard to remember either until I hear it sung."

"...Cause of, uh, Señor R?"

Coco laughs and rubs at her arm, unintentionally mirroring the boy across from her. "Yes," She admits. Then, after a pause, she adds, "Maybe we can show each other different songs sometimes. There's got to be a bunch we don't know."

Teto brightens, "That sounds great! Cliff's being showing me the phone and the internet and stuff. Right Cliff?"

Date: 2021-02-12 10:24 pm (UTC)
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What Cliff apparently doesn't realize is that he's one of their greatest commonalities. He's someone they both know, are close to, and can be at least a little at ease around.

Teto gives Cliff a wry grin for that punchable confidence like he wants to shove the other boy. But the access to music more than gives Cliff a pass. His grin turns to a look of surprise.

"Dancing?"

"I hadn't thought of that," Coco admits.

"That could be fun," Teto says. He hadn't danced with a girl before but it's probably not weird to do with a sort-of-sister.

Date: 2021-02-14 01:39 am (UTC)
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Teto makes a pffft noise whilst Coco covers a laugh with her hand. They both feel no hesitation with laughing at him apparently.

"Oh! Right!" Starts Coco. "Come on, follow me."


She leads Cliff back into the house and Teto into the house for the first time. She greets Mili as they pass and urges the other two to hang back as Mili sweeps past. She almost thinks to point out what's new and what's old but realizes how silly that would be when everything is new to them.

She leads them down a hall that takes a turn, then into a modest-sized room with mostly plain walls, a bed to the side, and a wooden desk for writing, a thus-far-empty dresser. But in amongst the relative plainness, a hammock hangs by a hook bolted into the ceiling, the fabric of it a great rainbow of colors. Teto's eyes light at the sight of it, dazzled. Coco gets as far as saying that her Tíos will set up a cot for him when Teto rushes forward to the thing, hops in, and declares he loves it.

"We figured you'd like a place to play when you come to live with us," She says with a laugh. Then to Cliff, "The bed's yours for the weekend. If you need more blankets or anything, Mamá will have some."

Teto, still swinging slightly, says, "This is so cool."

Coco beams. "Papá has something else for you later, once he's up again."

"Really? What is it?"

"You'll have to wait and see!"

Date: 2021-02-14 05:56 am (UTC)
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(Be nice Cliff.)

Coco laughs at that muttered comment and it goes unnoticed by Teto. When he speaks of going wolf, her eyes dart briefly to Teto, then back, a question in her eyes. Though, she supposes his ease with saying it answers that.

Teto doesn't miss the Fairy in the doorway. With a new kind of uncertainty, he smiles and lifts a hand in a small wave.

"Yeah, it's really cool. I always wanted a hammock like the ones they make Oaxaca. Did, um, did you want to sit too?"

Looks like Cliff is doomed to fairy time.

Date: 2021-02-17 02:19 am (UTC)
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Teto's laugh is soft and a little uncertain, both for the weird hair puffing and the pause, but still, he makes room. He's not about to go back on his words now. Being a hammock, it's bound to put them pretty snug together. He finds himself thinking less about the physical contact than he does the fact that he, whatever magic and energy made him up, partially came from the fairy.

Coco listens, carefully quiet. She nods with the story, putting together the pieces he leaves unsaid. Then, tentatively, she smiles.

"I'm glad," She says, just as quiet. "I think you're doing good. I hope it's... I hope it makes things lighter. Easier."

Even if only a little bit.

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