Clemente
The inquiry is casual, but Clem hesitates nonetheless, habits of a guarded heart difficult to break even now. "Hate the snow," he grumbles, keeping his flaxen gaze on the horizon instead of seeking out her own. "Glad I can't feel it no more though. Freezin' ta death was more common than starvin' back home." She had said, last time beneath the moon's light in a crumbled house that now means more to him than anything, that she wants to get to know him. The least he can do is try.
"We're buildin' it for Eirachi then?" Maybe if he gets to see her and speak to her he'll stop hating snow so much. Or not. He doesn't seem to have much prevailing luck with meeting deities.
Keeping pace with the shorter Ascended, he gives a soft snort of contemplation, wracking his brain and wondering how mushy his answer should be. "Good," he finally settles on. "I never...all I ever wanted was a family, and t' stop havin' to scrape by. You've all been amazin' and 'm really happy to be here." Glancing sideways at her shyly to offer a hesitant fanged smile.
"We're buildin' it for Eirachi then?" Maybe if he gets to see her and speak to her he'll stop hating snow so much. Or not. He doesn't seem to have much prevailing luck with meeting deities.
Keeping pace with the shorter Ascended, he gives a soft snort of contemplation, wracking his brain and wondering how mushy his answer should be. "Good," he finally settles on. "I never...all I ever wanted was a family, and t' stop havin' to scrape by. You've all been amazin' and 'm really happy to be here." Glancing sideways at her shyly to offer a hesitant fanged smile.
Your mother started drinking like the whole world died
And You've been waiting for a miracle all your life
And You've been waiting for a miracle all your life
