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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]

It's nice to see him so relaxed. Like this could be his home someday, just like it's meant to be. If that weird fairy helps make things that way, then maybe Cliff can stop thinking they're so weird all the time. Or at least...think they were a really good weird.

"Sounds like your kind of plan," he muses with a grin. As for the rest of it... "Uh, yeah. I think so. I mean, unless you don't want me to, but that was the plan, yeah."

[skeletones]

He grins back, wider. His kind of plan. Yeah, it kind of was, wasn't it?

"Nah," He says, stopping his careless plucking to wave a hand at him. "I can handle myself! I was heading to the plaza alone anyway."

It's not home until you're at the place that's home home, after all. And the plaza under the stars was that. He'll take it all in, play a song, and head back for bed.

"Ah, I guess, have fun?" Or something like that.

[awooligan]

Well, he can't really get on the kid's case for going out to do random shit at night, since that was his life back home. Sounded like Teto was going to be on his own, but...he knew the place. Or he did, once. Seeing all that changed and stayed the same might be nice to do on his own, so he has a chance feel whatever he needed to without worrying what someone else is going to think. Cliff nods.

"I always do." He makes his own fun, come on. Also Coco was just. really great. "Want to have a contest? Person that comes back later has to do something for the other?"

This might be to dissuade Teto from falling asleep out there... He worries, okay. Kid became a popsicle to avoid him before, and Santa Cecilia's weather might be infinitely better, but he still would rather have Teto passed out in that hammock he instantly fell in love with.

[skeletones]

He snorts and grins. Sure you do, Cliff. The competition makes his head tilt.

"You're not going to be too fast are you? I can see everything if I race..." He wanted to take his time!!! But... he doesn't want to turn down a game either. "Mmmm okay. Sure. Not too weird though."

He doesn't know what would constitute as too weird but he's going to cover the bases!

(And Cliff is probably right to worry in any case.)

[awooligan]

He raises an eyebrow. "What does that even mean?" But he's not actually fishing for an answer and waves his own question off. Nothing too weird, whatever.

"I'm not going to rush or anything, you can take your time. Just don't want our chances of being able to sneak out some more completely blown. If I really wanted it to be a race, you wouldn't stand a chance, man."

Wolves were more physically able than ghosts, or whatever one would classify Teto's powers as. Plus, he knows Teto should be pretty good at sneaking around, no stranger to misbehavior, but even with the brief nap he took earlier in the sun (mortifying) he's going to want to crash hard once he's back from hanging out with Coco. Uninterrupted sleep is better.

That settled, Cliff goes over to his luggage, grabbing something and starting to bring it out before becoming the wolf instead. Nothing in his paws or, less bizarrely, in his teeth. Magic bullshit means that whatever it was is on his human person -- and this is the main reason he shifted over in the first place.

"Have fun!"

Time to sneak around, careful of any clacking his nails his might make against the floor and eyes kept peeled for Héctor or Pepita, the two most likely obstacles, in his mind.

[unpocoloco]

"Psh, whatever Güey," Teto says, waving a hand again. Though he definitely absolutely cannot outrun a wolf.

He gives Cliff a look when he pulls up out of the luggage holding nothing, but maybe he just wanted to check on something or other. He shrugs to himself and goes back to plucking tunes. Maybe it'll help cover Cliff's steps.

There's no sign of Pepita within the halls but down the one, a door opens. Héctor steps out, stretching his limbs before heading to another room. Depending on how late it is, it could be Coco's or Imelda's. Early evening likely meant the former, and so waiting a short time before he'd step out again and head for Imelda's anyway.

[awooligan]

Hmm. He doesn't trust Pepita's absence, since he's sure it will mean he has to avoid her later on, he's onto you, spirit cat. Cliff pauses, but when it's clear, he goes ahead and moves on rather than lingering to say hello or...just stick around weirdly. He didn't need to watch and listen to sappy family feelings, even if they made his heart do little flip-flops. A dad that's so present and loving is such a marvel to him...but tonight's about a stealth mission to the secret base!

Once he has a little more distance, he sets his nose to work finding a way back to the odd pathway that was...hopefully clear of trouble. His eyes reflect the light brightly, so it wouldn't be hard for anyone to spot him as either boy or wolf. He'll have to think about which one will have an easier time dealing with the sometimes-precarious nature of the way over. Arms would be good...even if one was busy holding onto something.

[skeletones]

Cliff is wise in this one respect. Pepita is outside, again settled on that high gated wall, looking out over the town with a flicking tail. He ears swivel with sounds but he might yet be able to pass on by all the same. So long as he's careful. The wolf paws are certainly bound to be quieter than any human feet.

The way up to the secret attic can be reached by the four-legged for certain, but he might have a time keeping quiet with it, keeping wood planks from falling and not landing too hard when jumping from tree to roof.

Should he manage and make it, however, he'll find the room as it was left.

[awooligan]

Well, friends, our boy rolled a stunning 9. Which is just as well because either way he probably would have hesitated, wondering which was the best way to go about it: sneak by and pray for success, or approach Pepita to at least partially explain his intentions and request that she look the other way. His wolf paws might have been helpful in keeping him quiet, but the wandering thoughts take away any advantage they've given...and now he can't even choose from the options those thoughts had provided for him. Guess he's doing this...!

"Uh. Hey. Not that there's anything to tell, but I don't suppose we can just keep this between us?"

How does the connection between Pepita and Mrs. Rivera even work, oh god does she already know he's sneaking around...

[skeletones]

The silhouette of the cat looks over, her eyes catching what light there is in the dark and shining bright. She eyes Cliff a long moment, considering. Then, she turns and gets to her feet, walking further along the wall. She'll keep quiet now, but don't think she won't call attention to whatever this is if funny business follows, young man!

Well, Cliff sure did take the time to talk to a cat. All speed ahead?

[awooligan]

Phew. This is why you give the chin scritches and take naps with cats!! He doesn't spare another second to say it, but as he hastily continues on his way, he sure does think, Gracias, gatita. More chin scritches tomorrow, unless she turns out to be a snitch after all.

...Well, okay, he'd probably give her chin scritches either way, but it was the principle of the thing!

Noise was slightly less of a concern, but while he's pretty sure that he could make it across those balance beams and all, he does go ahead and shift back into boy for it, parcel hugged to his chest. Cliff looks around the attic, relieved to be there for the brief moment it takes for a different set of nerves to kick in. Maybe this was stupid, aaaa... But he brought the thing with him, so the point is moot. Cliff moves in, returning to the OLD RELIC they had sat around earlier, and carefully sets the long, clear box that holds a red rose just out of sight until it was faced like before.

TIME TO BE EMBARRASSINGLY NERVOUS.

[kept_his_letters]

A wise man.

If also an anxious and silly boy.

It takes some time for anything to happen. There's a lot of quiet and a lot of stuff in the space. Hopefully Cliff can entertain himself up until the moment that the rustling and thumps begin outside. The sounds are quiet, but still perceptible to werewolf hearing. There's quiet again, a clink, then the shifting of wood. Finally, a girl slips into the secret room, looking up and being to see the boy there. She lifts a little metal tin.

"Got it," She declares, triumphant. She also seems to be carrying along with another little box, trying not to squish it in her grip while clambering inside. The latter is shoved behind her.

[awooligan]

He's allowed to be anxious and silly: he's sixteen. Unfortunately, being anxious and silly means that he's having a hard time sitting still while he waits, and actually gets up to poke around a box a little bit. He's back to sitting and wishing he'd worn shoes so he could pick at them instead of being left wiggling his toes in his socks when he hears Coco's arrival. Were he a wolf at the moment, his ears would be perked and his tail lightly thumping against the floor. Luckily he is just a stupid boy that gives her a crooked, stupid smile when he sees her.

"Awesome. No trouble getting here?" he asks as he shifts and pats the space next to him, like she really needs the invitation.

[kept_his_letters]

She shuffles her way over to his side, bringing both the tin and the box. She shoots him a grin right back.

"Trouble? Psh. I'm an expert at this."

Which probably means there were some shenanigans, but hey. She did, in fact, make it here. Here, in the secret space, with her new boyfriend. The flush makes a valiant effort to reach her cheeks.

"...So! Do you... want to listen to some old music? Or should that wait?

[awooligan]

"Ha. You're an expert at trouble, nerd."

Both things are true. But then, both things were true for Clifford as well. The joke momentarily has him braced for the closeness, back to the old days, but he's not immune for long. Still his best friend, but his best friend he's allowed to acknowledge as extremely pretty. And also she smells good, but he's definitely keeping that one to himself or he will die. He glances over to the things she's brought before staring down at the floor again.

"Uh, well... What would you want to do otherwise?"

Because she has to focus on the CD player to see the rose, but he's not sure if he'd rather that happen immediately or after he's had some time to hopefully be less awkward. Both options are good and bad.

[kept_his_letters]

She laughs and grins wider. She'll deny or confirm nothing!

The good-bad news for Cliff is that, in effort to make things less awkward for herself, she says, "Music it is."

Music will make this easier, calm her nerves about what might be very, very stupid. God, if he hates it, she'll have ruined the whole evening. Maybe the day. Maybe the weekend. Hopefully not everything...

She reaches for the chalk, then an old cassette, she's got the mist and--

"O-oh!" She picks up the box gingerly. "Is this- Did you-?"

[awooligan]

Maybe he can get Pepita to put him out of his misery. She's been a real pal so far. The question has him drawing a leg up to wrap his arms around, almost an attempt at a shield. Even with her and all they've been through, he's not entirely used to vulnerability.

"Y-yeah. Is that okay?"

...WHY did he ask THAT?

[kept_his_letters]

Good question, Cliff, cause she sure as hell doesn't know how to answer that. Her mouth opens and then closes and then she decides to not answer it. She turns her attention to the box, opening it slow, glancing at them as though to check if she's allowed, then continuing anyway. She lifts the rose up and breathes in the scent.

"This is really pretty," She says. She traces the petals with her fingertips. "Thank you, Cliff."

She looks around. She has no water but, all the same, she finds some sort of old jar. She can stick it up in that and settle it between them.

"...I... got you something too. But, I don't know if you'll like it. It's, um, it might not be something you want to do with, and, I can understand if that's the case. So, if you hate it, um, we can just throw it away somewhere, no big deal. And maybe we can pretend that I just forgot to get you anything like a big goof. Okay? So. Um... here."

She pulls the small box out from behind her and holds it out to him. A little wooden figure sits inside.

[awooligan]

His stomach protests with another flip-flop, but it's clear enough that not even his stupid brain can convince him otherwise that it was, in fact, okay. The care she takes and her following babbling help ease his tension even more. That sure is the girl he likes a ridiculous amount. She's perfect.

"You didn't have to get me anything in the first place," Cliff informs her as he takes the box with nearly the same gingerness she'd had when handling her own. He doesn't have the same hesitation in opening it, though, and blinks in mild surprise when he sees the figure. He's seen one of these before, back in Tobias's room, though obviously not carved like a wolf. "An...alebrije, right?"

He pulls it from its box, turning it over with curiosity and a tiny grin. Red with bright eyes, huh? Though he doesn't need to call her attention, he leans and lightly elbows her for it anyway, showing her the figure she'd picked out. "It looks like me. Look, it's even frowning."

Not that he's doing anything of the sort right now. Wolf stuff was still...weird. But Coco accepted and encouraged it, only hesitating when it came to feeling out his boundaries. Hard to not love a gift proving that.

[kept_his_letters]

If she weren't feeling nervous, she might shake her head. Of course, she had to get him something. She was going to whether she had to or not. Silliness.

She watches him open the box, hands curled on her knees, her breath held. She nods to confirm, yes, it's an alebrije. She's glad he already knows of it. Slowly, as he turns it over, she starts to relax. The bump to her side, making her sway, draws her smile back.

"That's why I had to get it. It's got your color. And your blue jeans. It's a mini you," She laughs. She starts to lean, just a little, into his side. "There's a man in town who sells all kinds of alebrije figures. I thought, if you liked it, it would remind you of this place too." Of her, even.

[awooligan]

Just two teen losers doing their best. All in all, their best is pretty good. He glances over at the lean, and carefully shifts so that his arm goes behind her, maintaining the closeness. Furthering it on his terms, even, to show that it's okay.

"I don't really need a reminder..." He thinks about her all the time. But he will gladly take one, anyway. Everyone loves a souvenir, and everyone loves gifts from cute girls even more. "But thanks, Coco. Heh. Kind of makes me wish you had one just like it, too..."

It makes him feel selfish to admit, but...he likes the idea of her having something around to make her think of him. Rose wouldn't last forever, unfortunately.

[kept_his_letters]

His arm around her shoulders. Her poor little heart is going to burst. It'll probably be worth it.

She flashes something of a smirk at him as she says, "I'll have to show you something cool, tomorrow."

Showing off now would be cool but would probably get them caught. She doesn't want to ruin this yet.

"But, once I get the music started, there's no way I'll forget."

[awooligan]

Maybe if he weren't bolstered by his good mood, he'd see those words as more ominous, but for now his curiosity is piqued and he wants to bug her for more information. He'll be good, though...mostly.

"Yeah? That good a song?"

[kept_his_letters]

She laughs and shrugs.

"It's alright. But I listen to it later and I'll remember this again." Which would then make it a good song. Maybe even a great one.

She leans over a bit to stick the casette in, though not so far she's completely out of his grip. She checks the volume is set low, then draws on the rune. Next, applying the mist, which always makes the air feel a little bit electric for just a moment. Then the rune glows. With a static crackle, click, and a bit of rewinding, some quiet music begins to play.

"I always remember things better with music." She settles back into his arm.

[awooligan]

He acknowledges her with a soft noise and watches her -- watches the rune being drawn because that's fascinating in a different way, but then goes back to her. The drawing's glow glints off one of his eyes, soft but still more than enough for him to get an even better view of the attic in the dark. When she settles again, he'd rather look to the floor and listen than get caught staring, even as he shifts so he can relax more comfortably while still keeping the contact.

It was good, music helping her remember. Maybe that had helped her hold onto the memories of her father all the better, making it so they could meet. It's not his focus, but he's certainly grown more aware of it in the time he's known her, letting the sounds layer in with the scents that kept things vivid for him. Adds a lot more to the scene than the dust.

...Enough thinking about what sort of memory this would make. "I like this," he murmurs, less about the song -- not super his style, being honest -- and more to do with the situation. Being there with her, in this room she held close to her heart, in the place she called home. Her body warm and soft next to his. Yeah. He likes this.