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awooligan
CLIFFORD NORMANUN: 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.
awooligan
CLIFFORD NORMANUN: REDRIDINGHOODIE
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Date: 2021-04-06 12:01 pm (UTC)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.
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Date: 2021-04-06 09:56 pm (UTC)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.