Clemente
Well ain't this a group of daisies?
Clem bounces in on the heels of his euphoria from meeting The Voice, practically exuding love and excitement from every inch of his body. There aren't very many gathered yet, but the three present are so precious to him that Clem is far from bothered by the lacking numbers. Wessex is his first stop, preening beneath her hug like a particularly pleased peacock. Very little can possibly ruin his day, and so he sets his eyes on the moping duo around the fringes, and internally shrugs because since when has Clem ever cared about personal boundaries?
Nate is given a tight squeeze and a beaming grin, and then he's bouncing off on long legs towards Amun to bump shoulders playfully and send the man a foxlike grin. "Everyone's lookin' like they just got a mouthful of butt, and not in the fun way before ya be gross and say it." But he knows better than to linger too long, to subject either man to his caustic, chafing continued presence. Hopefully what he has done is enough. The boy then maneuvers back to Wessex, eager and full of life as he gazes at her readily, awaiting what they're gathered for.
Clem bounces in on the heels of his euphoria from meeting The Voice, practically exuding love and excitement from every inch of his body. There aren't very many gathered yet, but the three present are so precious to him that Clem is far from bothered by the lacking numbers. Wessex is his first stop, preening beneath her hug like a particularly pleased peacock. Very little can possibly ruin his day, and so he sets his eyes on the moping duo around the fringes, and internally shrugs because since when has Clem ever cared about personal boundaries?
Nate is given a tight squeeze and a beaming grin, and then he's bouncing off on long legs towards Amun to bump shoulders playfully and send the man a foxlike grin. "Everyone's lookin' like they just got a mouthful of butt, and not in the fun way before ya be gross and say it." But he knows better than to linger too long, to subject either man to his caustic, chafing continued presence. Hopefully what he has done is enough. The boy then maneuvers back to Wessex, eager and full of life as he gazes at her readily, awaiting what they're gathered for.
I've got designer shades just to hide my face
And I wear 'em around cuz I'm cooler than you
And I wear 'em around cuz I'm cooler than you
