Appointments

[aerialassault]

Cliff here. Looks like we've missed eachother, so drop a note and we'll talk soon.

[please note date/time/type of interaction.]

Comments

December 16th

[aerialassault]

Too restrictive? [Cliff snorted.] Yeah, right!

[Even with Albel's speed and katana factored in, there was no way that Albel's preferred attire was at all practical.]

December 16th

[etherealblast]

My thoughts exactly.

[There's a bit of mischief in his voice when he speaks next, though.] Which is why I have a plan.

December 16th

[aerialassault]

[The tone was all too familiar for Cliff, having become very well acquainted with Fayt's antics and sense of humor himself over their travels. The young man was clever and slick when he wanted to be.]



What kinda plan are we talking here?

[A grin. After Albel's constant complaints, both spoken and unspoken, Cliff wanted in on this.]

December 16th

[etherealblast]

We're both at the battledome right now, but we're probably going to be heading back to the apartments soon. I figure we might be able to surprise him with a change of clothes, what do you say?

December 16th

[aerialassault]

I say 'how bad do you wanna piss him off?'

[Because, depending on the answer, he could come up with something really quick...]

December 16th

[etherealblast]

Up to you, really. But if he gets annoyed enough he might actually start dressing warmer and complaining less. [A laugh. Though he also might just become more stubborn, too, but.... Albel.]

December 16th

[aerialassault]

[Even a pissy, stubborn Albel was better than a frozen Albel in Cliff's mind. The swordsman might hate him later for it-- more than he did now-- but Cliff was determined to make sure that nothing happened to the man on his watch.]



I'll come up with something, then. You just give me the cue.