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[goodbyesandusky.livejournal.com]

Clive was still over in one of the chairs by the fire, though his cocoa had been traded for tea, he'd drunk just about as much of the tea as he had of the cocoa, which was to say none.

Skippy the Goth Kangaroo was still keeping him company, and still keeping an eye out for a certain ragdoll, though there wasn't much a stuffed kangaroo could do to make the teen feel better. He'd been fighting a breakdown most of the day, and even the Cure wasn't helping as well as they usually did.

Not'depressed gothboy near the fire, poke at will, but there's still an active warning of 'yeah, he might cry on you'

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[cywyllog]

There's also a Welsh princess sitting by the fire, drinking tea.

Skippy is being eyed.

[goodbyesandusky.livejournal.com]

Skippy might have been eyeing back, though considering that his eyes were little black buttons it could be difficult to say.

Clive hadn't noticed yet, as his eyes were closed, and he had headphones on, CD player resting on one knee, Friday I'm in Love on repeat.

[cywyllog]

The headphones and CD player are being eyed, too. For someone who's been in Milliways as long as she has, Cywyllog hasn't seen much technology.

She's tempted to disturb him, but might wait until the urge to know exactly what kind of animal Skippy is supposed to be becomes unbearable.

[goodbyesandusky.livejournal.com]

Clive finally opened his eyes, then jumped, blinking rapidly, clearly not having realized anyone had gotten so close. He shook his head then, pulling off the headphones and running a hand through his hair, trying to get his heart rate back down to normal.

"Hi." he finally managed.

[cywyllog]

"Hello." She replies softly, with a half smile. "I am sorry, I did not mean to startle you. I was just looking at your... things."

[goodbyesandusky.livejournal.com]

Clive blinked once more, brow furrowing slightly, "The CD player? Or Skippy?"

[cywyllog]

"The toy." She points at Skippy, and then the CD player. "And whatever that is. I never seen one before."

[goodbyesandusky.livejournal.com]

Well that was one way to distract him from his not-quite-depression, "Well, er... when're you from?" He'd learned enough to ask that much at least.

[cywyllog]

"When? The year for me is 506." No, there is no 1 missing. "Almost 507, I suppose by now."

[goodbyesandusky.livejournal.com]

Clive was speechless, utterly and completely speechless.

He'd get over it in a moment, and he'd stop staring then too, just give him time. Or poke him or something.

[cywyllog]

She raises an eyebrow. "Are you alright?"

[goodbyesandusky.livejournal.com]

"506?" He finally managed to squeak, shaking his head, "That's..." He shook his head again, raking a hand through his hair, "Wow. No wonder."

[cywyllog]

She smiles a little more.

"We are rather in the past, yes. Although Camelot is a little more advanced than Aberffraw."

[bloodyrockgod]

Charlie pokes.

With caution.

"Hey. How're you doing?"

[goodbyesandusky.livejournal.com]

He jumped at the poke, yanking the headphones off and blinking rapidly, taking a moment to focus, then he managed a thin smile, licking tea off the back of his hand where it had splashed, setting the mug down so as not to drench himself with it, "Fine."

Which probably meant 'not fine but don't wanna talk about it.'

[bloodyrockgod]

Oh, since when has monosyllabism stopped Charlie.

He sits. "You know, I may not be the brightest bulb in the chandelier but I like to think I understand something of human nature. I mean, you can sit in your dark corner and be Emo Kid, or you can talk a bit and maybe we can figure something out for you. Yeah?"

[goodbyesandusky.livejournal.com]

Clive's brow furrowed slightly at that, Emo Kid was just a bit after his When and probably not at all popular anywhere near his Where, as such the refrence confused him more than anything, "What?"

[bloodyrockgod]

"What upset you last night?"

[goodbyesandusky.livejournal.com]

He shrugged, fingers drumming against the CD player, nailpolish chipped most of the way off, "Nothing really."

It was true enough after all, he wasn't really upset, just feeling more and more out of place and even more at a loss.

[bloodyrockgod]

"Ah. So, running off is just a personality quirk, then. As you like.

"Still waiting on your friend?" He nods to the kangaroo.

[goodbyesandusky.livejournal.com]

He had the feeling he was being teased, but couldn't quite pin it down, so he didn't bother, just nodding at the question, "Yeah. Don't think she's stuck here, so dunno how long I'll be waiting." He shrugged, "Don't mind though, not like I've got anything else to do."

Which wasn't entirely true, on good days he'd be making costumes or writing lyrics or filming, he just hadn't had too many good days lately.

[bloodyrockgod]

"People do tend to come and go rather randomly."

[goodbyesandusky.livejournal.com]

"Some people do." Was the pointed reply, glowering at the fire.

[bloodyrockgod]

"Unfortunately, the only thing you can do about that is wait."

[goodbyesandusky.livejournal.com]

"Yeah." Was his only response, fingers still drumming irrythmically against the CD player. It wasn't that he didn't like it there really, he was just worried about how things were going back home.