Clemente
Clem continues to stare at her, eyes narrowed distrustfully as he tries to gauge whether or not she's telling the truth. Finally he gives a little grunt in the back of his throat, and slowly lowers his arms from their defensive stance. "He's prolly right," he grumbles instead, though there's no ignoring the intense depths of fondness that pool beneath his words, nor the softening of his eyes and small quirk of his lips. Clem loves Amun, and if Amun speaks with this woman regularly, then maybe she's not irredeemable despite her prejudice.
Their handshake is swift and perfunctory, but he manages an awkward smile when she aims one his way. "Yeah, no problem. Jus' keep it tied around ya, that way nobody can snag it without takin' all of ya." Not that Clem thinks that would deter anybody, Maea seems light enough to simply grab and carry off. But the crowds move past them stubbornly, thinning as the hour draws later, and Clem doesn't want to be the reason Maea doesn't get home in time. She seems like the type to accidentally stick her nose into the shadier dealings of Torchline, and Clem certainly won't stick his neck out to save her from that. So instead he shoves his hands awkwardly into his pockets and juts his chin out to gesture down the street. "I gotta get some stuff, and y'shouldn't hang around this late here. I'll see y'around for that favor." Unaware that it would never come to pass. But he gives a genial little smile, more than most people get, and slides back into the darkness between the torches, his one good deed done for the day.
-Fin!
Their handshake is swift and perfunctory, but he manages an awkward smile when she aims one his way. "Yeah, no problem. Jus' keep it tied around ya, that way nobody can snag it without takin' all of ya." Not that Clem thinks that would deter anybody, Maea seems light enough to simply grab and carry off. But the crowds move past them stubbornly, thinning as the hour draws later, and Clem doesn't want to be the reason Maea doesn't get home in time. She seems like the type to accidentally stick her nose into the shadier dealings of Torchline, and Clem certainly won't stick his neck out to save her from that. So instead he shoves his hands awkwardly into his pockets and juts his chin out to gesture down the street. "I gotta get some stuff, and y'shouldn't hang around this late here. I'll see y'around for that favor." Unaware that it would never come to pass. But he gives a genial little smile, more than most people get, and slides back into the darkness between the torches, his one good deed done for the day.
-Fin!
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
