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[The text showed up in the journals around dawn, in the style of a wanted ad in the newspaper-- if Luceti had a newspaper. The letters were straight and friendly. The message was concise:]

PING PONG TABLE SEEKS HOME
PUBLIC ACCESS REQUIRED

REPLY FOR DETAILS

[That was all Cliff needed to do. He had spent the last month or so just toying with it as a side project, taking his time with the plans, materials, and other details of the table. He found proper measurements for everything and made sure that it was up to professional standards.

Anyone who dares to tell him that ping pong isn't a sport is liable to get payback for the suggestion. Somehow.

Cliff took off for the day after the announcement, after scribbling out a quick note for Fayt that he was headed out. Luceti was relatively safe, but he preferred to keep his people informed of what he was doing. His first stop is Seventh Heaven to grab a bite to eat, since the man can't cook for the life of him. There's a reason he's banned from the kitchen, after all. Throughout the day afterward he can be found in various parts of the plaza, gathering supplies for what looks like a trip to the Beach. With the weather getting warmer, he saw no reason to not take advantage of what the sea had to offer. Diving under to see the fish was always fun, after all.

Feel free to catch him anywhere. Talk to him, harrass him, prank him, join him. Anything goes.]

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[Fine! Geez.]

Something of an engineer, actually. There's just nothing else to do here. A man's gotta do something around here.

[Something that didn't involve accidentally finding sparring partners or students.]

Good, engineer me a gravity chamber that goes up to five-hundred times gravity. [Said sarcastically. Bulma can already do that.] That'll give me something to do for a change that's actually productive.

What, and waste my own time? Please.

[Say's the man who's taking on students because he needs something productive to do.]

There's more to life than just training, you know. Ever just...I dunno, chill at the beach?

Yes, and the last time I did that I woke up to being buried in the sand in the form of a mermaid. I almost strangled those two brats. [There's pictures too.]

...

[Cliff burst out laughing at the very thought of what that must have looked like.]

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[This is what it looked like, Cliff.]

Shut up! How would you like it if a couple of little demons did you up like a mannequin in the sand?!

That? Would depend on the little demons in question.

[Any demons would've been good by him, as he didn't have any in his life. Smiling kids were part of why he kept fighting the good fight.]

My son and Kakarot's boy. They thought it was simply hilarious, as did everyone else. I should destroy those pictures. [Muttered under his breath.]

[Cliff laughed at Vegeta's recollected frustration.]

Ahahahaha~!

Kids'll be kids. I thought you knew that by now!

Don't remind me, I've finally gotten out of that stage with the lot of them. I much prefer them the way they are now, not eight years old and always begging to go to the park to play. [He took them anyway because he loves them though. And once of course because Trunks managed to punch him in the face. Losing bets suck.]

[such tsun-tsun...]

Huh. Now I think I know why they made you up like a mermaid.

They did it because they're a couple of mischievous little ingrates. Not that things have changed much.

Actually, I think they did it because you can be a real grump sometimes.

[There's a loud growl over the journal rather than a response, because he's a little offended even though he knows Cliff's retort isn't personal. And to make it worse he's just further proving the statement as true.]

[Cliff chuckled on his end, thoroughly amused by the reaction.]

Yanno, this is why it's so fun.

Fun for you, perhaps. [He doesn't care he's not changing for anyone so there neener neener he'll be grouchy if he wants to]

Hey, hey. Simmer down a little. I can make it fun for you too!

[Never ever doubt the creativity of an artiste. Especially if they were a fight-happy Klausian.]

[Oh he's doubting.]

Oh, and how are you going to go about doing that then?

I'll show you sometime. Don't worry about it!

[He's a man who's mad enough to jump a Saiyan. Be careful.]

I don't trust that. Not one bit. You're planning something.

[He laughed.]

You'll need to find that out yourself!

Cliff, out with it now or I'll blast you. What are you hiding. [Now he's super suspicious.]

Who said anything about hiding anything?

[He's being totally honest here. Honest.]

C'mon. I like my games, but I'm not that big a jerk.

[Man it figures he'd get trolled.]

I should have known, nothing is serious when it comes to you is it.

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