Clive Dove.

“ Indeed it has been CLIVE. “

There’s some RESENTMENT is his tone, remembering the events that had folded out due to this boy’s PLAN.

“ i could probably be better. although better than i was before... a lot better. ”

compared to before when he was practically insane? yes, clive was doing much better. he cleared his throat, looking away--he felt ashamed, even embarrassed.

      ❝Not entirely, but I thought I at least recognized everyone’s faces.❞ She pauses a moment, taking his lone self into consideration. He didn’t appear to be a social type. ❝… I guess you always walk alone? Aren’t these kinds of things better with other people, so they’re not as boring? You do have friends, don’t you?❞

a sigh. more questions, looks like the girl wasn’t giving up. clive decided he’d put his guard down for now, there was no harm in doing that, right...?

“ friends? sure, i have a few at the place i work. but i prefer to be alone, it doesn’t really matter if something is BORING to me or not... ”

      She met his eyes once they met hers, and she notices something she hasn’t seen in anyone before. It makes her curious. ❝… I’m Kharis. And if you live here, why haven’t I seen you before? I’m down here a lot, but I haven’t met you til now.❞  

      ❝I’ve never seen you around, anyway. Who are you?❞

                “ Tch, whatever. ”

       He held the bridge of his nose, taking out his handkerchief letting it soak up        the blood that continued to drip from his noise. He let out a sigh, looking        down at the girl once more. She was still talking to him... interesting.

      There were days Kharis had to learn to keep herself busy while her mother was out working. These idle days were usually filled with games and sports, to a degree. Kicking a ball around a yard didn’t necessarily seem too entertaining, but she made due, especially when she could kick to a certain height or length. The day was similar to others, just as her boredom had been. Dropping the ball to the ground, the ginger lined it up to kick, backing a few feet in order to get a running start. Now focused, she sprinted toward her target, the force of her foot hitting the ball right on.

      She smiled in success, but the smile soon faltered as she heard a ‘thump!’ in the distance, followed by a yelp. Oh, no.

      Immediately, she dashed toward the source of the noise, staring in horror as she noticed her ball rolling right beside someone holding their head in pain. She gasped in shock, ❝I’m so sorry! I didn’t– I didn’t know someone was over here!❞

    He stammered back, yelling ow and holding his nose as it oozed blood. It got all over his fingers and dripped down his hands. Damn, his outfit was ruined too. As the girl approached him, his fuse blew. He didn’t care if it was just a kid.