Daybreak | IC Inbox.

[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

[kept_his_letters]

[She makes a pbbt noise and goes to shove at him, remembering only last minute that he doesn't like to be touch and aborting the motion part way.]

For writing in, obviously.

[awooligan]

[He laughs a little, but his joking smile is a touch more genuine as his eyes linger on her arms. She noticed, she remembers, and she cares enough change her instincts for him. It's a really nice feeling.]

...You're okay. I don't mind that sort of thing from my friends.

[kept_his_letters]

[It takes her a second to realize what he's referring to. She hadn't meant to draw attention to it. But then, she realizes he's called her his friend.

her head ducks a little to hide the growth of her smile. Her arm goes out and he knuckles tap lightly against his shoulder.]

[awooligan]

[Seeing her smile makes him look down, too, as if to hide his own, though if that's his intention he's not doing a particularly good job of it. His flushed, happy face is just out there in the world now, like her acceptance of the idea of them as friends. Good. Maybe they weren't much closer to solving this mystery, but...other things were closer. Him and Coco. It's hard to not feel hopeful about it, as embarrassing as that is, and he playfully follows the "push" of the punch ever so slightly, same as when Jacob elbowed or shoved him except less rowdy. He doesn't mind it being like this.]