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006 [Action/Audio]

[Action: Locked to Souji Okita]

[Consciousness crept upon him slowly, like a migraine. It slipped in through the window panels with the sun and stung his eyes, but for once Cliff did not want to awaken. He instead rolled over with a groan, burying his face under his arms and promising himself another ten minutes.

But a nagging sensation in the back of his mind kept sleep at bay. He knew in his gut that it was something important, something that was blue and white...

...Fayt.

His eyes snapped open as he crashed into the memories. The dogs and the cultists were all a blur, but the spear stood out in his mind. It was only when he sat up that he registered the not-entirely familiar surroundings and the warm body lying by his side.]

[Action: Locked to Fayt Leingod]

[He messed up, and there was no way to fix and forget about the mess that he had left for everyone to deal with in the battlefield that was once Zompania. It was afternoon by the time he returned to his apartment in the ground building, wearing a fresh set of denim jeans and a comfortable tee-- both of which fit because of some miracle. The dark shades he wore were new, as was he bag he carried by his side that contained the clothes he borrowed off of Souji and yet another set of loose white pants to add to his small collection.

Entering as quietly as he could manage, Cliff did a once-over of the apartment to make sure that things were still mostly as he left it. The Vac whirred and hummed patiently as it made a pass over the carpet, and Cliff found himself smiling.

At least that was still functioning.

After throwing his belongings into his room, he made for Fayt's. A quiet knock was the only warning he gave before he nudged the door open...]

[Audio: Open to All]

Yo. It's Cliff.

[It was dark by the time he reached for his journal, but he didn't care. There were plenty of other people that he wanted to see, but there was no way he could go visit them all in one day.

This was the next best thing.]

Can I get a headcount of who all's here and a tally on the damage? And, is the bar open?

[He'll be heading there later if he get's confirmation. For once, he plans to drink unil the damage doesn't look so bad.]

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[She was right, he didn't understand, but he also knew that it was bad form to deny such an earnest request. There was something in that tone.]

...Alright, we can do it. I've got nothin' but time on your hands if you wanted to meet somewhere, but I don't wanna be out all night. A good friend of mine's got dibs.

How about the restaurant where we met then.

[A simple suggestion. No big deal. But she visibly relaxes]

I'm not going to keep you, believe me.

You mean that....cafe?

[Whatever it was called, Cliff knew what she was talking about. He smiled.]

I could go for something good to eat, so sure!

Mythoria, yes.

[She nods, already standing up with a grateful look at the camera.]

Twenty minutes?

Twenty minutes.

[Standing up, Cliff cast her one last smile before he snapped the book shut and left it lying on his table. He didn't need to bring it along for something that seemed so innocent. From there, he tidied up and set off, taking extra care to keep track of his steps on the darkened pathways.]

[Twenty minutes later, Saori arrives at the cafe with a small basket in the crook of her arm. She waits, sitting on the steps up to the second floor, hoping he'll actually come. A debt was a debt, after all.]

[Cliff arrived not too long later, hoping that he didn't make the woman wait for too long. He wasn't keen on seeing the wrath of a 500 year old storm goddess on his first night back in town, and he had a hunch that it ranked on a level that was comparable to a thousand year old dragon.

He smiled when he saw her, and offered a friendly wave.]

Yo, Saori. Nice seeing you on a peaceful night.

[She's not bothered by the brief wait at all. The weather is nice, it's warm out, and summer is coming. She'd happily sit out under the stars all night waiting and hardly notice. But she's also prone to just...losing track of hours, so even if it was cold five minutes would hardly go amiss.

Rising, she inclines her head fractionally.]

And you as well, Cliff. You're looking well, all things considered.

[Jerking her head up the stairs she starts up.]

Come, let's eat.

[Cliff chuckled softly, quietly hoping that Saori hadn't figured out the little problem he was having like a few other parties in town had...]

You're looking alright yourself-- and I'm definitely down for some food. What do you recommend that's spicy?

[Well, she hasn't guessed the specifics. But she had an idea that he'd died. A big, noisy man like that would've said things sooner, otherwise.]

Curry. Always and forever, curry.

[He would have-- and still might. He figured that another ad for his willingness to teach beginning level defense was in order....after he got a handle on managing his vision problems.

There was no way he could teach if he couldn't throw a punch straight.]

Curry, huh? Man, it's hard to find a good bowl of that stuff back home. The replicated stuff just isn't the same!

[He followed, keeping track of the steps just to make sure he didn't trip on one by accident. That would be embarrassing.]

[Nope, not a good idea at all...]

Well, I assure you that the curry here is excellent. The recipe is mine. And I'll be doing some of the cooking, since Helios is injured.

[She unlocks the door and starts turning on some of the lights in the silent restaurant. Part of his gift.]

[He looked up at that information, curious and a little concerned. While he didn't know Helios well, he knew that Rei was fond of the man. He seemed a little dorky in Cliff's opinion, but intelligent and nice enough.]

How's he holding up? It's nothing too bad, is it?

He's...been better. But he'll manage.

[Inside she goes, making for the kitchen.]

Have a seat. How spicy do you want the curry, by the way?

Ah-- that's good.

[He wished the man well, and made a little mental note to try to say 'hi' once he got his affairs settled. Hospital stays were boring, and Helios probably wanted the company...

He followed her in, but carefully kept his distance in the kitchen. After a few too many incidents of Fayt pestering him to stop cooking, Cliff has been giving the entire room a respectful distance.]

Pretty spicy-- it's been a while since I had good food, and I wanna make the most of it.

[She nods and mentally makes notes to prepare it with extra spice then, and sets to work...]

Well, I'll do my best. Indian isn't my specialty, but I'll manage.

[Ingredients go in the pot...water starts to boil, and the rice cooker is getting prepped.]

Bread or rice?

Rice is fine, [he replied, uncertainly glancing around the room for something he could do to at least offer a hand. While the actual job was out of the question, there had to be something around.]

And I'm sure anything you make will be great. Need me to grab anything for you?

Alright.

[And then rice gets started. She moves around and starts going through cabinets. Loftily, she waves back at him.]

Some chicken from the fridge, if you don't mind. There's not much to this.

Chicken, huh?

[He nodded and turned to the refrigerator. It took a few minutes of digging around (and staring at some of the ingredients in abject confusion) before he returned to Saori with a package in hand.]

Is it this?

[Details were tricky still, but he was decent enough at faking things with confidence.]

No, Cliff dear.

[She pats his shoulder and shakes her head.]

That's pork. But if you'd rather I used pork over chicken, I don't mind. The recipe works with either.

It's....pork.

[He glanced at the meat, and then quickly back to Saori. It was the same odd looking pink that chicken was, and the neat cut of it looked sort of like a boneless fillet...

Shrugging, he hands it over.]

It doesn't matter to me. Food's food, as far as I'm concerned.

Then we'll use pork. Can you get me a some oil? It's the yellow liquid in the cabinet next to the fridge.

[Katsu-Curry it is]

[He found the cabinet just fine, but once again he found himself mystified by the contents. There wasn't simply one kind of oil, but several. Although he was no expert, he had to wonder why a chef needed to keep so many different kinds on hand...

One by one he read the labels, finding words that were mostly familiar. Olive, peanut, vegetable...but, there was one that he simply coudn't figure out.]

Uh, Saori? What's a 'canola'? Do you put it in a salad or something?

I don't know. But I want vegetable oil, if it's there.

[She...has no idea. It's a foreign thing.]

[That made for the two of them. Cliff gladly put the question from his mind and reached for the vegetable oil like requested.]

Yeah, that one's here. [He handed it off to her.] Any idea why there's so many kinds?

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