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[livewiththisdisgrace]

[Of all the places to come back to life, Clive's spawned on the roof. Sans clothes.

The place has been kind enough to give him a sheet and a pack of cigarettes, though, so he's not complaining. He'll just be casually smoking with a sheet draped around him unless someone happens upon him.]

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[livewiththisdisgrace]

[He finishes his cigarette and tosses the butt aside, reaching up towards Monocle.]

[monocle_layton]

[Monocle leans forward, for a change.]

[livewiththisdisgrace]

[Clive clings onto him.]

...'m not going to go back to him again. Ever.

[monocle_layton]

If only he would accept that.

[Strokes Clive's hair now that he can.]

But at least I know how you honestly feel in regards to the subject.

[livewiththisdisgrace]

[He nods and arches into the touch.]

...mmph. I feel... not tired, not like I could sleep. Just... lethargic.

[monocle_layton]

[Smirks.]

Because that's unusual for you, Clive?

[livewiththisdisgrace]

...usually I have energy, I'm just too lazy to do anything.

[cuteandclever]

{Clove wanders up onto the roof, not exactly eager at the change, but attempting learn her way around so as to not get lost.}

Oh! I'm sorry, I didn't know there was someone up here...

[livewiththisdisgrace]

[He's still not terribly enthusiastic about anyone but Monocle, but he can at least tolerate her. Especially since he's assuming she's another Clara.]

...it's okay. You can stay, if you like.

[cuteandclever]

Ah, okay...

{So she goes over to sit on the edge of the roof and look out.}

...If you don't mind my asking, why are you wearing a sheet?

[livewiththisdisgrace]

[He glances down momentarily.]

...oh. This place didn't give me clothes when it brought me back to life.

[cuteandclever]

{She turns to look at him.}

You died?

[livewiththisdisgrace]

Hershel killed me.

[What is context.]

[cuteandclever]

{She looks a bit incredulous.}

Really? Um... I'm sorry.

[livewiththisdisgrace]

...oh. Uh. I asked him to.

[cuteandclever]

Oh.
Uhm, why?

[livewiththisdisgrace]

Long story. Too many Laytons like mine.

[He shrugs and lights a new cigarette.]

...Clara, I'm guessing?

[cuteandclever]

Clove, actually.

{She shrugs as well and turns back to the view.}

[livewiththisdisgrace]

Ahh.

...cigarette?

[cuteandclever]

No thank you. I'm not much of a smoker.
Although I think I may be alone in that, 'round here. {She chuckles.}

[livewiththisdisgrace]

[He snorts.]

Not so much. To my knowledge there's... four smokers here, including me? Maybe five.

[cuteandclever]

Really? Seems like everyone I've met so far smokes, aside from the children.
Of course, I havn't really met a lot of people either.

[livewiththisdisgrace]

Clearly you need to branch out in your meetings. Or not, because in my experience those of us who smoke are about the only tolerable people here, besides Hershel.

[cuteandclever]

Hmm, perhaps. I suppose it depends on how much you can tolerate.
At home, I need to be able to tolerate most people for my job, so it's quite hard to get me riled up.

[livewiththisdisgrace]

Your job?

[He's going to hazard a guess that it's not the same as his. She doesn't seem the type to come from a world like his own, after all.]