aerialassault | Appointments

['A sight for sore eyes' might be a bit off the mark, with Albel looking like he'd just waltzed out of a morbidly realistic slasher flick, but Fayt was glad to see them in spite of the way he grimaces at the mess. Cliff looked like he'd had quite the scuffle in the mud... maybe even all the way down a hill, from the look of his hair. and Albel.... Well Albel looked more like a wild dog that gleefully rolled around on it's kill, like that.

He had a feeling it wasn't all that far off the mark, with the latter.] Hey.....Looks like you guys were pretty busy.

[Albel let out a frustrated noise as he snatched his hair from Cliff, shaking it at him.]

How many times must I tell you not to grab this!

[His wings fluttered out in a huff, spraying blood covered black-and-blonde feathers everywhere, not that Albel seemed to pay it much mind. After a moment he rolled his eyes, letting his hair tail drop before turning his attention back to Fayt.]

Busy enough, when someone wasn't rolling around in the mud.

[He scratched an ear, getting more dirt in his hair with the action, and scowled down at Albel with the expression of a harrassed dog in his eyes.]

That's only because someone wasn't fast enough to get there first.

[Cliff swatted at the feathers that assailed him, grabbed one mid-flight and held it out for Albel to see.]

You're gonna wanna see a doctor if this keeps up, man. It ain't good.

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[Fayt barely resists the urge to roll his eyes at Albel's biting remark.] I don't think you're much better. You do know the expression 'bath in the blood of your enemies' is supposed to be metaphorical?

[He frowns a little at the shed feathers, mentally agreeing with Cliff. The last thing they needed was another problem with wings.] He's right, though. Those fall out, you start getting sick.

[He wouldn't be surprised if being covered in blood like that would make someone ill, either.]

[Albel gave the two of them a bland look.]

Don't you two read the guide? This is normal, you know.

[Says the man that only read the guide after he cut a friend's wing off, and only then he read about the wings. He fluffed his wings again, more feathers spraying in their faces.]

Yeah. Some.

Not like this!

[He brandished the feather at Albel, emphasizing his point, before tossing it back at the man and running a hand through his hair. The mud that was caked in his hair held some of the strands in place, making the man truly look like some kind of wilderness survival guru who specialized in roughing it.]

Yeah, if it keeps up that heavily for a while, you have a problem. [Crossing his arms, he looks them both over with an assessing gaze, trying to spot any injuries. It's hard to tell with the mess they both were covered in, though.]

You guys manage alright though? No serious injuries?

[Albel just rolled his eyes, not looking the least bit concerned.]

Anything we incurred pales in comparison to them.

[The smirk that crept up onto Albel's face clearly indicated that there had been blood shed, and he wasn't wearing nearly as much of it as he could have been.]

[Cliff rolled his eyes and looked away with an almost audible growl. Clearly, two weeks alone with Albel Nox was far more than he had anticipated.]

Gah-- ignore him.

Nothing more than a few bruises and scrapes, [he replied, preferring to look at Fayt and how comparatively clean he was compared to the other two.] We got pretty lucky too, with those things out there.

[....Yeah, he almost pitied those shift hunters.]

Seems like it. [He runs a hand through his hair for a moment, considering.] They were enough of a pain to deal with back on TERRACE, so it's no surprise they'd be bad when you have to hunt them down.

[For a moment it looked like he was going to say something more, but instead Albel let out a massive sneeze, his wings snapping out and feathers flying everywhere in a huge cloud. He glanced up at the two of them awkwardly, letting out a small sniff.]

...I should get that shower... perhaps that will help.

.....Yeah, you should do that. [He's giving Albel a look, one that carries just a hint of suspicion towards that sniffing. Was he getting sick.....?]

I'll make lunch for you guys while you clean up, then we can see to any of your injuries while you eat. Sound like a plan?

[Albel earned a sharp look from Cliff too, though it only lasted a moment before Cliff shook his head. Whatever arguments he had simply weren't worth it at this point.]

Yeah. Shower. [He glanced down at his muddy boots.]

That sounds like one helluva decent plan. I could go for something hot right now...

Soup and sandwiches sound like a plan to you? [It was simple, tasty and hot, easy enough to get ready for all three of them in short order.]

I can have that ready by the time you guys are done cleaning yourselves up.

Perfect.

[Albel sneezed again, though less feathers sprayed out this time.]

...I'll return shortly.

[He made a quick retreat at that, letting out a sniff as he reached the stairs.]

[Arms folded, Cliff watched Albel's retreat with little more than a shake of his head. The space between them felt like a rare gift that he wanted to cherish for the brief time he would have it.

After Albel left the room, he cast a look around the room, internally cringing at the mess, before settling his gaze on Fayt.]

Man. I dunno if the shifts can handle all this. Want me to send The Vac out?

[Fayt cringes as well, not exactly happy with the chore of cleaning up mud and blood of all things. He'd need a mop at least.] Yeah, send it out if you aren't in too much of a hurry. Might help speed things along, at least.

[Hopefully the little thing could handle it, but it was pretty powerful. He shoots Cliff a quick grin before he walks over to the kitchen closet, pulling out the necessary cleaning items.] Mess or not though, I'm glad to have you guys back. It's been way too quiet without you.

Hah-- as nice as it was to get out, that guy is something of a pain.

[He jerked his head off in the direction Albel went when he got to 'that guy', just to add further emphasis to his point.]

...It's good to be back.

[Cliff snorted in almost fond amusement, wondering when this cozy little bubble had become so homey, before he angled his gaze at Fayt as he was struck by a thought.]

Say. You didn't get too bored or anything with the quiet, did ya?

Well, he has been cooped up for ages now. I don't envy you the babysitting duty during the mission.

[He laughs a little, before shrugging and carrying a bucket over to the sink to fill it with soap and water.]

As for me, I kept myself entertained. Trained, hung out with Aleos, watched an old movie in the rec center with Souji. Nothing as exciting as what you guys were doing, but I was fine.

Just that?

[Cliff gave Fayt an appraising look, a part of him expecting to find his bedroom overloaded with the paper animals that were Souji's hallmark prank. The thought of Fayt and Souji teaming up chilled him.

He may never be able to get all of the origami paper out of the corners of his room ever again.]

[No team up this time....

But there might be a sheet of bubblewrap carefully concealed under Cliff's sheets. What can he say, he was a little bored.]

Just that.

[The simple reply was more than enough to satisfy Cliff's tired, adrenaline-addled mine. He offered a quick nod, satisfied.]

That better be. Or, so help me, I might make us a firepit to make hot dogs over later.

[At this he turned off, stifling a yawn. After the shower and meal, he knew exactly where he was headed.]

I'll send the Vac out shortly. It's a pity we don't have a cleaning service here, isn't it?

A fire pit? [He raises a brow.]

And yeah, guess so. Then again, if there was a cleaning service I think we'd have driven them up a wall by now, don't you think? [His gaze trails over to the blood and mud covering the floor. Really, they'd driven inn maids crazy back on Elicoor....] I'll have the food ready by the time you guys are done, so take your time.

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[Cliff chuckled.]

Yeah, we would've. I'm sure Souji's little presents would have too.

[Because, seriously. All of that paper was a fire hazard.

Stretching his arms, Cliff started off toward the hall.]

Thanks ahead for the food. You won't believe the rations they give their volunteers...

No problem. One sandwich or a couple, doesn't make that much of a difference, you know? [He pulls the now full bucket out of the sink, setting to work on cleaning the floor. After that, he'd wash up and get started on the soup and sandwiches.]

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