CliveRosfield | Text

[herofhopeless]

I haven’t been able to find my brother, Joshua, since the fog came. Has anyone seen a man, a little over 6 feet tall, light brown hair that’s a big longer, blue-green eyes, wears a lot of black and red, has a very formal and convoluted way of speaking? He’s kind, curious, intelligent. He would have done his best to help anyone who may have needed it during the mission.

Please, if anyone has seen him, call me, text me, yell my name from the top of a building, I don’t care. I just need to know that he’s okay.

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[laserguy]

[If this is his singular contribution to Etraya, he doesn't think he'll be at all disappointed. A bright, easy laugh leaves Scott at Clive's comment, bold enough that gets his body to shake and sure, maybe that means some of that ice cream is going to splatter on his clothes, but none of that matters. It's not like he's super tidy about shit anyway.

Imp is definitely a new description though, he has to hand it to him.]

Took you long enough. That's right, I was drawn to this place just to torment you.

[That and maybe distract him from losing his brother, but he's almost forgotten about that himself. Just for a few seconds.] But come on, how was it?

[herofhopeless]

[Scott's laugh is infectious, and while Clive doesn't quite chuckle, his smile certainly reaches his eyes. He thinks about trying to stop the ice cream from splattering a bit, but doesn't. Consider it recompense for the brain freeze.]

Oh no, [His words are so flat the sarcasm is painfully obvious.] Whatever shall I do, plagued by this creature?

[Clive heaves a sigh and digs out more ice cream.]

I suppose we will just have to eat this bucket of ice cream to appease him.

[laserguy]

[Finally, Scott shoves a spoonful of his own treat into his mouth, taking all of of the icy sweetness and squinting hard as the freeze hits his brain, but it's nothing he hasn't experienced before. He just had to do this with Clive.]

Now you're catching on.

[With them settling into an almost easy atmosphere, Scott wonders if he should bring up Joshua or not. But uh, maybe he'll just leave that to Clive if he feels comfortable with it. If not, it's fine with him, they can just continue eating ice cream until they're both sick and shit. He wouldn't mind.]

Wrap?

[herofhopeless]

[Clive will continue to eat the ice cream, but at a far more moderate pace. He wasn’t keen to get another brainfreeze. It was surprisingly painful, short though it was. He is content to sit with Scott, banter a bit, just exist in his orbit. It was soothing in its own way. There were many ways to handle grief and he is finding this is one he particularly enjoys.

Though this is a lot of sugar.]