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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]

He has absolutely no idea what he's going to do about all these feelings except bottle them back up again, put a better stopper on it so he won't bother her with it anymore, and try to get it taken care of on his own. He doesn't realize how afraid she is to make mistakes, too, since they're different than his. But when she moves in closer and he feels an anticipatory throb in his chest, he remembers to be worried about the normal part of all this, too -- he doesn't have a damn clue what he should be doing. At least he wasn't freaking out and jerking away, but what if he screwed up by just being bad at it?

He doesn't have forever to drive himself crazy, thankfully. Coco's kissing him, and then the worst thing he could do wrong was not kiss her back, which he easily avoids. Even he can't make that boneheaded mistake. Perhaps emboldened by this, Cliff lifts one of his own hands to her face, barely brushing his fingers against her at first, but settling before he pulls back slightly and scans over her face.

Well. She's not a werewolf. Not that he actually thinks he'd be able to tell, if something did happen... But the point is that it wasn't an immediate catastrophe, and holy shit he just got kissed by the girl he likes? That's more than enough to put a smile back on his face, however small and shy it might be. God, his face is so warm, maybe he'll just straighten a bit more to escape her hands so she won't be feeling just how warm anymore.

"I think, uh, that would be worth it. Yeah." Maybe he'll just...go for a second one? Show her that yes, this really is something he wants to do. Like, a lot.

[kept_his_letters]

Cliff no. None of your stoppers work. Stop doing this.

On the positive end of things, she doesn't miss, which she was afraid to do. She also doesn't erupt into a furry creature and he doesn't pull away from her. So far, so good. He even kisses back, a little bit of pressure that seems to go straight to her heart. The touch to her cheek, too, inspires the same sort of feeling.

It's not the really intense stuff of movies, she knows that, but even still, she feels rather breathless. She smiles at him as he pulls away, her face heated.

"Definitely," She says, and before she knows it, he's kissing her again.

Now this? This is a really good valentines day.

[awooligan]

Maybe he's just not hammering them in hard enough. He'll do a better job this time. It's fine. It's not a big deal. Don't worry about it.

If she thinks this is good, she should just wait for actual valentines day. Happy as he is, Clifford doesn't think this moment will be able to compare to the one where her dad proposes to her mom, or when her mom would undoubtedly say yes. Still, this is pretty damn good, and that's not something he's considering right now, anyway. He's not even considering how this is something crossed off the bucket list, which he may or may not have much time left for. Screw you, sense impending doom, he's too busy trying to get his feet to find purchase instead of continuing to flip over his head in delighted heart cartwheels to think about you.

This time when he moves away, his hand falls again and he lets out a soft, almost disbelieving laugh. He loves her. Maybe it's too early to say that as a boyfriend, but she's been his best friend for half a year in the craziest time in his life. She's been there, and with her here now, it seems simply impossible to not think love is what this is.

He has to say something stupid eventually, so he might as well get it over with. "I'll, uh, have to have you send me this song." Music might not be his biggest link to memory and it might not fit in with the other music he listens to, but another reminder of this feeling definitely couldn't hurt.

[kept_his_letters]

WORRIES ABOUT IT.

Except, at the moment, she's not worried about all that much. Even without knowing the chaos that awaits, even with knowing the looming apocalypse. Everything is really, truly alright for the first time in a long, long time. Letting even the idea of doom slip in is not going to happen. Her stories will be ones where love wins.

She finds herself laughing too.

"I will. Maybe I'll send you a mixtape," She says with a grin, gesturing to the cassette piles.