[Fayt followed after, but once they're a ways out and his fingers get cold, he ends up making up for a lack of gloves by shoving his hands in his pocket--
And looking surprised when his fingers brush against something.] What the....?
[Pulling out what feels like cold metal, he stares for a second, stopping in place.] So uh...
Hey Cliff? [He holds it up-- A small, familiar ring.]
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And looking surprised when his fingers brush against something.] What the....?
[Pulling out what feels like cold metal, he stares for a second, stopping in place.] So uh...
Hey Cliff? [He holds it up-- A small, familiar ring.]