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Clive Rosfield. ([personal profile] gruffier) wrote 2023-09-12 04:57 pm (UTC)

[ There's a small sigh that escapes his lips when Cid's weight falls against him. He's even seen the man in such a sorry state- drunk, sure- but this? It would be difficult to devise exactly what happened without asking, but trying to get anything out of him right now... ]

Let's go Torgal. [ Clive remarks as the hound began to calm back down. He could feel his cheek already beginning to swell but ignores it in lieu of repositioning the older man to throw his shoulder around Clive's neck.

Having only just recently made landfall the area was still too unfamiliar to know of any infirmary, as if this place would even have something like that... so back to his place, then. Cid was going to owe him for this.
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Can you walk? [ Not exactly expecting a response Clive will press on through the pub and out, shouldering most of the man's weight against his body. It'll take much longer to get to where he's going this way, but maybe the fresh air will help. ]

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