forum Rp, anyone? // CLOSED // oxo

Started April 07, 2020 by @PaperHats business

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The city was much calmer today. Sire thanked the lands for it— the sun shining through the bits and pieces of clouds drifting overhead. He had stood outside longer than he intended, watching carelessly as the distant circle of gold climbed higher and higher into the sea of blue before leveling out and taking post at the middle. Midday was a wonderful time, Sire’s skin actually able to feel the heat if he rolled up a short sleeve.
He had lost his overcoat a while ago, carrying it around a sturdy arm pinched to his side. In his other hand was the opened book of Dorian Grey, although he had refused to read more of it. He had to make it last, at least.
Sire slowly tucked it within his other arm, using his now free hand to rub at his tired and darkened eyes. His hair fell into them as he angled his head, and although he brushed it back again, some strands still fell back.
His pristine white shirt looked so stark in contrast to his black suspenders and darker pinstripe slacks. Especially with the sun beating off of it, the clouds moving as to expose him even more.
Although, he didn’t mind the sun at all. In fact, he really liked it. It was the moon that he despised with every fiber of his being.

Shaking his head, he pushed himself from his spot along the wall, beginning to walk back to where he had originally been going. Previously he had gotten distracted with such a nice day— it was rare he just stopped someplace and enjoyed it. But he was in some kind of mood today.

Clifford adjusted his overcoat, ignoring the prickling heat on his back as he walked. He would've taken it off if he didn't feel almost naked without it. It felt almost like a second skin to Clifford when he left the house. His thin arms were pinned to his side as he walked through the streets, avoiding eye contact and words with anyone who looked his way.

Not that this was an unusual sight for those familiar with Clifford. He was known to be a bit icy on his commutes to and fro (and in general). He passed by Sire, and glanced at him momentarily, though said nothing and continued his trek home. Nervous anticipation for that afternoon left Clifford's stomach in knots. He was absolutely chomping at the bit to have a real conversation on his research and his town's strange occurrences. Sure, the specifics of what their conversation would be were still blurry, but that was to be expected.

Clifford opened the gate to his apartment building, slipping inside and up the stairs to his own home. He tugged off his overcoat and crashed onto his bed, the jacket barely draped over a nearby chair. Clifford threw an arm over his eyes, flinching slightly when his cat leapt up onto the bed beside him.

(sorry this is so short & so late, i wasn't exactly sure what i wanted to do w/ it!)