[DROP] never had a friend like me

Clemente

Clem has never appreciated his lack of sensation more because holy fuck do these poor bastards look like icicles. Even just looking at them makes him feel phantom pains of agonizing memories, nights spent huddled under wet cardboard trying to survive another night. He knows this place is far more hospitable in terms of finding outfits and bartering, but he can't help but pity them for their remaining delicate nature.

Cool as hell for him, though. Suckersss.

There's a weird smoking box that everyone is gathering around, and Clemente doesn't particularly like it. Smoke usually means bad things, which means it's meant to be avoided. And this weird gathering only further sets his hackles to rise as he scuttles over to stand near Amun, muttering under his breath. "The hell is this? Is this their version of a party?" But he sticks close to the other Ascended even as he bitches, still unnerved by the unfolding events.

_{Table Code by Sky!}