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[In the time before the puzzle room goes up and after the happy friendship party that was the last Calhoun (Zero?) Hour feel free to use this post for whatever you want. Top levels, threads with dudes, whatever, live life freely.]

[If you're interested in harassing Hershel here's what he'll be doing:

a) Asking people if they want laundry done. Not unmentionables, he's not some sort of cad here, but he's got shit all to do, can't sleep and might as well do something useful, right? Right. Feel free to find him near the stream, trying not to nod off since getting shocked in the water probably wasn't the best idea in the world. Possibly. Or trying to mend tears or something and making a mess of it. He'll never be a proper old maid at this rate.

b) Trying to play videogames maybe? And by 'play' I mean 'make faces at as they get steadily worse.' He might try a movie or two in the vain hope something will be manageable to watch but yeah. Yeah. Basically any late night lounge activity, assuming no one's already asleep in there, have at.

c) These are hard to think of, I guess trying to fencing practice in the gym with his shiny new foil, curtesy of Mr. Sasuke Sagami. Try not to get accidentally jabbed by a giant needle with a blunt bit on the end, it probably sucks.

Or whatever, do whatever you'd like. He'll basically be wandering around aimlessly mostly anyway, being completely useless to everyone because he's tired.]

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[Feeling Hershel's arm around him somehow manages to trigger even more tears, so Clive just buries half of his face into Hershel's shoulder and tightens his grip around the younger boy as the waterworks continue, his own shoulders shaking as he makes conscious efforts not to sob too loudly. He doesn't know how successful he actually is, but Clive is a pretty quiet crier by nature anyway so all that really comes out are the occasional hiccup-like noises and sniffles.

After what feels like an eternity but is really about 20 or so minutes later, it seems that his tear ducts are finally dried up. Clive stays still for a few moments just to make sure that it's really over, then while keeping most of his weight against Hershel's side, he unwraps his arms in order to grab his journal and pen from his bag nearby. He flips the journal open to the next blank page and has to blink a few times to be able to see the page clearly. Then, he writes a single word on the top line, in handwriting that is a little less neat than usual.]

Sorry

[He puts the journal and pen down in front of Hershel for him to see and write a reply if he wants to. Then after briefly glancing at the wet spot on Hershel's shoulder where Clive had been crying, he looks away as he wipes his cheeks with his sleeve because god, his face probably looks super gross right now.]

[Hershel let go of the grass long enough to reach over and gently pat Clive's arm, the side of his head, finding it hard to keep swallowing down the stubborn lump in his throat. He thought for a moment what Alfendi would say if he heard Hershel was about to cry over him, of all things, and the disgusted look he imagined forced a choked sort of laugh out of him before he pushed it back down.

He didn't make much of a sound after that, stirring from his thoughts only when Clive started moving. He stares a moment, realizing in a weird sort of delay that he wanted to communicate with Hershel. That communication makes him stare for a moment more before he hastily took the pen.]

No, thank you. [He stares at his own words for a long moment before blinking rapidly. It takes him a moment to continue.] For caring about him.

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you should be sorry that this tag almost made me cry in public

LMFAO god these sadsacks are killing me