That wasn't right-- but, what if it was? Gritting his teeth in frustration, Cliff groaned in agiation. Dammit. There was no way he could be certain of anything now, not when they had exchanged silly banter all evening, not when she repeatedly knocked him back with the grace of her words alone. It was cold, and all it succeeded in doing was piss him off.
Except, there was another around. He couldn't just go and chase after Mirage and demand answers at that moment, not with the snowstorm growing denser by the second.
Collecting his own ragged emotions, he pushed through the anger to focus on the slim, dark haired young woman in the snow. Kneeling by her side, he lifted a hand to her shoulders.]
Hey. It's not safe out here.
[There was no other good thing that he could say to her, not without wanting to slam his fist into the cement to find some kind of catharsis in this mess.]
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That wasn't right-- but, what if it was? Gritting his teeth in frustration, Cliff groaned in agiation. Dammit. There was no way he could be certain of anything now, not when they had exchanged silly banter all evening, not when she repeatedly knocked him back with the grace of her words alone. It was cold, and all it succeeded in doing was piss him off.
Except, there was another around. He couldn't just go and chase after Mirage and demand answers at that moment, not with the snowstorm growing denser by the second.
Collecting his own ragged emotions, he pushed through the anger to focus on the slim, dark haired young woman in the snow. Kneeling by her side, he lifted a hand to her shoulders.]
Hey. It's not safe out here.
[There was no other good thing that he could say to her, not without wanting to slam his fist into the cement to find some kind of catharsis in this mess.]