[ Clive was nowhere near Cid's keeper, but after their touching (and intoxicated) reunion, it was hard for the man to not at least want to keep tabs on him. He was alive again, after all, so forging a renewed relationship was somewhat of a goal.
... But in this shithole? Seriously, what the fuck— ]
Cid? [ Clive would address him. Both with a stern yet worried twinge behind his words as he leans over the man, roughly shaking his shoulder. He can't help but reluctantly scrunch his nose at the sudden waft of alcohol and smoke that protrudes over the immediate area and frowns deeply as a result. Founder, what was going on...?
He was thankful for Torgal's nose, though. There was no way in hell that he was going to find the older man otherwise. The wolf, too, seems to be greatly concerned as he nudges his head against Cid's leg in an attempt to pull him out of his stupor. ]
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... But in this shithole? Seriously, what the fuck— ]
Cid? [ Clive would address him. Both with a stern yet worried twinge behind his words as he leans over the man, roughly shaking his shoulder. He can't help but reluctantly scrunch his nose at the sudden waft of alcohol and smoke that protrudes over the immediate area and frowns deeply as a result. Founder, what was going on...?
He was thankful for Torgal's nose, though. There was no way in hell that he was going to find the older man otherwise. The wolf, too, seems to be greatly concerned as he nudges his head against Cid's leg in an attempt to pull him out of his stupor. ]
What the hell happened to you?