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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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[hawkwardness]

< No, they're as good as real human hands. That's what the spell's for. One of the teachers taught it last year. She said she worked her way up to having like five pairs without getting confused, I think...? I can't do that. >

[Though he hasn't tried very hard.]

[awooligan]

Five pairs? What do you need ten hands for?

Are you kidding? Think how much you could do with that many! You could eat, and play games, and beat up bad guys at the same time!

[Kevin glances at his brother for the briefest of seconds before resuming his usual energetic composure. Cliff doesn't seem to notice anything amiss, with the roll of his eyes and bored, dismissive wave of his hand.]

Yeah right. Why the hell would she be eating and fighting at the same time? Are they mugging her for her sandwich?

I don't know, I'm just saying you could.

Uh-huh, okay. Since you brought it up, you want to play something, Tobias? Kevin could go and get it.

[hawkwardness]

[He'd shrug if he could, looking back and forth between the two as they talk. That familiar tail flicking seems to be his version of it. Who knows, with birds.]

< To show off? Carry more things? Juggle? I don't know. Also, whatever you want to do is fine. Not sure how we'd all share one switch. > [He doesn't say anything, but the hands disappear as soon as he stops concentrating on them. It's easy enough to bring them back.]

[awooligan]

The two of you can play. My hand kinda hurts, and I know I'd just kick your butts at whatever, anyway.

[In case anyone forgot Cliff was a smug jerk, somehow. In lieu of tackling him -- both for Tobias's and Clifford's sakes -- Kevin sticks out his tongue at him. Rude!!!]

[hawkwardness]

< Yeah. Right. My reflexes are better than yours. >

[...Poor Kevin, surrounded by smug. He glides off the glove and back to where he was, freeing up the kid's hands.]

[awooligan]

[And off he'll go, after chucking the glove at Cliff's smug face. Clifford laughs after letting it hit him, gently setting it onto the table. His gaze follows after his brother, even after the door to his room shuts behind him.]

Pff. Mine are better than the average guy's, you know. Besides, I'm just better.

[hawkwardness]

< You don't know that for sure yet. If you win, it's probably because you've had more practice at specific games, that's all. >

[Listen, he may have been human... but that doesn't mean anyone bothered to spend much money on him. No video games for poor ol' Tobias... at least, not until Vivi dragged him into the world of gaming.]

[awooligan]

Uh, yeah. That still makes me better.

[Out trots Kevin again, switch and cables in his arms until Cliff pushes himself up to help set it up with the "stolen" tv. Tired out by life as of late, he's more than content to watch Kevin be boisterous and happy, and getting to see Toby's magic tricks is icing on the cake.]

[hawkwardness]

[That's a big mood between the two of them--he's been tired of life since he was about ten years old. No end in sight. Ignoring it and playing games sounds nice...]

< No, it doesn't. Not in the long run. Anyway, what game are we playing? >

[awooligan]

Better's better, dude.

[If Tobias is better later, then that's when he's better! Simple as that. Also simple is blah blah blah boys play games, it's a good time, hurray?]

[hawkwardness]

< Don't expect it to last. >

[Simple is also being a smug little feathery shit before they've actually begun!]