aerialassault | Appointments

Cliff-san? If you have a moment, I have a favor to ask of you.

[Things had been...rough lately. And when things got rough, he tended to shut himself away and re-emerge in strange ways. After two weeks of inclement weather, Souji found himself not only bored but restless and looking for someone who would put up with his antics.

Which is why he found himself sitting and staring at Cliff's bedroom door early in the morning. He wasn't sure if his friend was in or not, but that hardly mattered. Cliff would see what Souji left him whenever he woke up or returned.

Laying himself prone on the floor, the swordsman began shoving small origami animals covered in glitter under the small gap between Cliff's door and the floor. The first few were difficult to get going, but once Souji knew how much pressure he needed to apply to send them flying further into the room, he had a nice rhythm going and was quickly dispensing multicolored glittery paper giraffes, frogs, peacocks, pigs, cats, dogs, and even a lion and a dinosaur or two for Cliff to find.]

Edited 2013-05-23 02:41 (UTC)

[After they'd helped Nel settle in, Fayt and Cliff had made their way back to their own apartment to rest, promising to see her tomorrow and help show her around a bit more if she wanted it. But when they do get back in, Fayt knew before anything else he and Cliff needed to talk.

Stepping inside, he runs a hand through his hair, a little tired but still wide awake in spite of it all thanks to thoughts running through his head.] So what do you think?

[After the war to take back the enclosure and after Souji had been changed back to a man with all his memories returned, he did the one thing he always hated about himself. He hid. From his friends, from his roommate, even from his duties as much as he could without completely neglecting them. He needed time to come up with a valid excuse, he told himself. He needed time to find an appropriate way to laugh it all off as another strange experiment and pretend it had never happened. But even after the excuses and the jokes came, he realized he didn't want to see the friends he had made in Luceti; especially the ones who had become family. So he hid further, moving around from place to place and only going home when necessary or when he felt guilty about leaving Kohaku behind. He decided he needed more time; time to shove old aches away into an already overfilled closet and time to simply remember what it was like not to be someone else.

Someone who had been happy.

Souji hated them.

And so, rather than return home to take his usual nap, he found an empty room in community building 2 on a floor far enough up that no one else occupied it and laid down. He was certain no one would find him here, and other than Saizou nipping at his kimono sleeves every so often, he was able to relax. Now, if only he could sleep.]

[ After a conversation with Vegeta Fayt knew he had to talk to Cliff. It wasn't that he was angry that Cliff had shared that kind of information... he was sure he was just trying to help, or something like that. But it did leave him disappointed Cliff hadn't told him. It wasn't exactly something he was keen on sharing about himself period after all, especially with how complicated it all was and how little he really did know.

And so whenever Cliff comes back from wherever he went off to, Fayt will be waiting. He had opted not to go out just to ensure he didn't miss Cliff's return, and has a book in hand to occupy his time, sitting casually on the couch as he glances up at the door.]

Hey.

[And when Cliff wakes up the next morning, after their talk.... he'll find a pair of slightly obnoxious novelty socks hanging from his doorknob, and a small note taped to them.

"Forgot to give you these yesterday. Just in case.

Hope you enjoyed your mission. No hard feelings about yesterday, alright?

-Fayt"]

Edited 2013-10-18 05:32 (UTC)

Hey. Did you see Albel today?

Edited 2013-12-23 04:52 (UTC)

[Cliff might hear the apartment door open in the early, early hours of the morning. Fayt was only just returning, having woken up after an embarrassing several hour nap on the battledome floor, but at the very least with something accomplished after a year of training.

But all he wanted right now? was sleep. Vegeta had removed the safeties, leading to more than a few minor injuries but luckily nothing too bad, and after healing what he could with medicines stolen from the vending machine Fayt was more than ready for bed, his body feeling sore and leaden, overexertion with symbology and an inpromptu nap on the battledome floor after heavy combat taking it's toll.

He creeps down the hallway to his room, hopefully quiet enough not to wake Cliff, his intent to slip into his room and bed without notice.]

[As promised, Souji was at the hot springs with a folded furoshiki over a medium sized wicker box right at the hour. He wasn't really certain if this qualified as what some would call a date, but he figured it wouldn't hurt to at least be open to the idea, so he'd brought sake and was wearing a nicer wool kimono than normal as he sat on a nearby rock to the entrance and waited for Cliff to appear.]

[It had been a very mundane two weeks for Fayt while Cliff and Albel had been gone. Training, hanging out with a few friends and introducing Souji to old action movies aside, it had been relatively calm.

Whenever Cliff and Albel finally return to the community building, they'll be just in time to spot a familiar face preparing lunch in the kitchen, toasting a rather stacked sandwich in a pan.]

Edited 2014-03-29 15:54 (UTC)

[Things had been a little weird lately, but it seemed to have calmed down. It had taken Souji some time to find the right present and even then with what had happened barely a week prior, he'd wanted to wait.

Now that there was a lull in the storm, he knocked on Cliff's apartment door, a bundle in his arms.]

[Hopefully Cliff's not too deeply asleep, otherwise he might miss the slight creak of hinges as his bedroom door opens at around 2am in the morning. The intruder isn't exactly the most stealthy, but that might be in part because his clothes don't quite fit him well at the moment, and he keeps tripping over the hem of his now very overlarge shirt.

But that won't stop the five year old from pouncing on Cliff a few seconds later, flinging himself onto the bed in a cannonball-esque leap with a yell.]

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