plotted starter for @psyvalry
Savior's Respite. At this point, who knows what Clive's doing with his life here, wasting time by wandering around aimlessly, pondering about what could have been. Just like this, he was lying by the flowers that surrounded this remarkable cliff, despite the time — This Place had a soothing effect, so thinking was much better here than the isolated, small flat that's driving him nuts at this point. Sure, he might not be alone here, but they minded their own business, and it was quiet enough for him not to give a damn. Emphasis on was.
Torn out of his thoughts by some obnoxious commotion, a group out of 6 — or 7, give or take — broke the silence of this rather peaceful spot, as if it's a public street like any other. Swiftly taking on his signature cap and standing up, checking just what the bloody hell is happening—
(1) 'OH, LOVELY! We're FINALLY here, everyone!~' (2) 'We should set the campfire nearby the cli—' "EXCUSE ME?!"
Clive made himself heard with his shouting as he approached the newcomers. "You can't seriously think it's okay just to trample in here and make a bloody CAMPFIRE!!" If the Group wasn't loud enough, then it was Clive's shouting.
