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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 cautiously slides his eyes back onto her, not wanting to be relieved too early. It didn't change the fact that his main social activity and way to cope was becoming another thing making him alone. Cliff pushes himself onto his feet, an arm coming across to hug the other one close to him. As if he hadn't been embarrassed enough already...]

I don't -- um. You don't need an excuse to hang out with me. I already, uh, like hanging out with you. A-and I thought it would be fun or whatever, if you met Kevin...

[kept_his_letters]

[She pauses, looking back at him. Slowly, the proper smile comes back.]

I'm glad then. And, it was really nice to meet Kevin. He's a cute kid.

[awooligan]

[Phew. He gives an awkward smile back, even if he can feel his blush getting worse. Just fucking throw him in a dumpster.]

He is, yeah. [Cute and good. The perfect balance to him.

Ummm.] I can help you, if you want? With the stuff you left out there. Then maybe we can, like, walk around. Not keeping up with his fake curfew bullshit would be enough to piss Carl off, anyway.

[They could still be troublemakers!]

[kept_his_letters]

[The awful feeling in her guts to have mucked this all up so bad is starting to ease. She'd like this to go back to being comfortable and not painful and awkward.]

I'd like that. All of that.

[awooligan]

[Phew. He stops holding himself, though before he can take a step he hears his phone buzz with a text alert. He glances at it too quickly to have gotten any actual information from it, then shoves it in his back pocket. Just going to ignore that.]

Great. Let's go. [With each passing second, Cliff gets more of his usual confidence back. He strides out into the common area, ready to get going.]