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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.]

Comments

[sassy_gay_anton]

Yoo-hoo!

[Guess who has spotted him and it skipping over as fast as a man can skip while wearing a fluffy snow coat?]

[livewiththisdisgrace]

[He doesn't even look up.]

No. Go away.

[sassy_gay_anton]

You're very naked right now. Aren't you cold?

[livewiththisdisgrace]

No.

[He hunches up under the sheet, taking a long drag of his cigarette.]

...unless you've brought Hershel, you can fuck right off.

[sassy_gay_anton]

Which Hershel are we referring to~? I know a few.

[livewiththisdisgrace]

The one who's ruler of this place.

[sassy_gay_anton]

He's rather rude, isn't he? I confess to avoiding him when I can.

[That means "Recently I tried to shag him and he said no".]

[livewiththisdisgrace]

Then fuck off. He's the only person I want to see right now.

[sassy_gay_anton]

That's very rude too! You're not as nice as the older Clive!

[Hmph!]

[livewiththisdisgrace]

Yeah, well, I never claimed to be polite. Particularly when I've not long been dead.

So just... either go get him or just go, but either way you can leave me alone.

[sassy_gay_anton]

Well, I was going to tell him you aren't where he's looking for you, but I don't think I will now.

[livewiththisdisgrace]

...do what you like.

[He flicks his cigarette butt off the roof and immediately goes for another one, staring into his lap.]

[sassy_gay_anton]

I will!

[Turns on his heels to storm away.]

[livewiththisdisgrace]

[Clive glances over slightly, then snorts and turns back to his cigarette.]

[monocle_layton]

[After about half an hour a more welcome face rushes over to him.]

Clive!

[livewiththisdisgrace]

...hey.

[He looks up, then glances at his pack of cigarettes.]

...did you bring fags? I'm nearly out and I don't want to move.

[monocle_layton]

No, I did not.

[Picks Clive up and cradles him close.]

How are your injuries?

[livewiththisdisgrace]

...gone.

[He leans into the hold, but doesn't stop smoking the cigarette he's on.]

[monocle_layton]

That is very good news.

[Carries him down the steps, seemingly not bothered about the smoke.]

[livewiththisdisgrace]

[Oh we're not going to be on the roof any more. Good, good, he was freezing his balls off up there.]

Yeah.

...the others are all gone, too.

[monocle_layton]

If you ever wanted more then you can make new ones. But for the moment you need rest. Somewhere warm.

[livewiththisdisgrace]

...s'okay. It's just... weird. Not having any scars.

[He leans his face into Monocle's chest.]

...I don't need to rest. I was dead. Can't get much more rested than that.

[monocle_layton]

Then what would you like?

[livewiththisdisgrace]

Just... time with you. For the moment.

[monocle_layton]

I can give you that.

[Places him down on a sofa.]