...You probably would, too, honestly. See what I mean? [saint]
OK, OK, I'll leave you alone... only because I should probably do something about this guy now. [Deathbringer has now assumed the classic pet pose of latching on to Cliff's arm so tightly that Cliff shakes his arm up and down and the dino manages to hang from it without falling.]
Buuut. Hey, honestly, I hope this goes well.
[Cliff's moments of being unsarcastic are rare enough to be noticeable. They seem to be happening fairly frequently these last two days, which is gross and is definitely giving him some sort of rash because he's allergic to being genuine.]
[ Billy huffs at him and bravely resists the urge to roll his eyes. Mostly because he's now watching Deathbringer practically devour Cliff's arms.
Also mostly because he flushes at Cliff wanting it to go well - because it really is starting to feel like Cliff is overly optimistic in this and Billy's not sure what he's doing exactly. Helping someone, yes, trying to ignore all other possible feelings, also yes.
He breathes out. ]
I was in the middle of doing something [- and want to escape - ] and if someone else might be moving in, I gotta make some adjustments. Try not to get eaten?
[Cliff glances down at the dinosaur hanging off his arm and the multiple bite indentations all over.]
The boat might have sailed on that one.
Oh, but if you make his room nicer than mine, then we'll actually have a problem, 'kay?
[Cliff nods in satisfaction to himself before exiting. Shortly after, Billy will hear a plaintive 'wait deathbringer!!!' and the sounds of roaring becoming increasingly distant along with rapid footsteps]
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[Cliff, please. Stop. ]
[He's trying not to stress and the reality is - he's not exactly, though, and he raises a brow at the suggestion. ]
If you fell in love with each other, then I'd be happy for you.
[ Mostly a joke, partly the truth. He still feels steelly as he watches Cliff fight his new son and frowns a little. ]
... I'll text you when I know, if he does. Do you need help?
[Worry in his tone as he asks it, even if in some way he wants nothing more to be alone right now and bury his face in shame. ]
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...You probably would, too, honestly. See what I mean? [saint]
OK, OK, I'll leave you alone... only because I should probably do something about this guy now. [Deathbringer has now assumed the classic pet pose of latching on to Cliff's arm so tightly that Cliff shakes his arm up and down and the dino manages to hang from it without falling.]
Buuut. Hey, honestly, I hope this goes well.
[Cliff's moments of being unsarcastic are rare enough to be noticeable. They seem to be happening fairly frequently these last two days, which is gross and is definitely giving him some sort of rash because he's allergic to being genuine.]
I'm probably OK. Unless you wanna come help.
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Also mostly because he flushes at Cliff wanting it to go well - because it really is starting to feel like Cliff is overly optimistic in this and Billy's not sure what he's doing exactly. Helping someone, yes, trying to ignore all other possible feelings, also yes.
He breathes out. ]
I was in the middle of doing something [- and want to escape - ] and if someone else might be moving in, I gotta make some adjustments. Try not to get eaten?
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The boat might have sailed on that one.
Oh, but if you make his room nicer than mine, then we'll actually have a problem, 'kay?
[Cliff nods in satisfaction to himself before exiting. Shortly after, Billy will hear a plaintive 'wait deathbringer!!!' and the sounds of roaring becoming increasingly distant along with rapid footsteps]