[Cliff brings himself to a halt at the sound of Fayt's voice...barely. The mere thought of punching that grin off of Albel's face was as tantaizing a draw as it had been in Kirlsa, and continued to be, but that rivalry was lower on the list of priorities for him. But, it wasn't low enough for him to give up on it that easily.
Instead of immediately diving into a charge, he flashed Fayt a grin.]
Morning!
[--explanations and complaints would come later. This wasn't true bloodlust any longer, but a continuation of the little dance that they always found themselves in.]
[Action]
Instead of immediately diving into a charge, he flashed Fayt a grin.]
Morning!
[--explanations and complaints would come later. This wasn't true bloodlust any longer, but a continuation of the little dance that they always found themselves in.]