000 [Action] 4th Walled

[aerialassault]

[The mass influx of wingless people doesn't throw Cliff off his game. After the last few weeks of cleaning up messes and dealing with the natural fallout of the Malnosso's influences within the village, the flood of new faces is somewhat relaxing for a laid back guy.

He set's his sights primarily on helping out in the Welcome Center for the weekend, planning on spending his time pestering his friends while he was on the lookout for familir faces that he hadn't seen for a while. When he's not there he spends his time hanging out in the Battle Dome or Good Spirits in the evenings before returning to his apartment in the Ground Building at night.

All in all, it's a pretty normal day.]

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[crimsonblade]

[Well, wasn't this interesting? She didn't expect to wind up back in this place. And it was cold. Not cold like it sometimes got in Aquaria. No, it was like Airyglyph cold. She huddled against her scarf and walked over to the bar. Considering the time of day, she was sure she could find at least one of her companions there.

Especially since the Klausian was so predictable.

And, there he was, at the bar, drinking what looked like a beer without a care in the world.]

It looks like you grew sloppy in my absence.

[aerialassault]

[Sloppy? Maybe that was one word for the ease in his actions that he wasn't willing to give up at all since Fayt had left the Clinic. After spending the better part of the last three months in confusing situations, he was going to seize every moment of peace that he could.

He grinned into his drink when he heard the teasing voice. Of all the times for her to return...]

Hey, Nel. Is that all you've gotta say to me after... how many months?