[Presumably he's got a long wait ahead of him there. Cliff shrugs, then switches to walking backwards so he can look Héctor in the face, a little skip in his first few steps to get the momentum going.]
Sort of have to! Don't fall too far behind.
[Not that he's going to be picking up the pace much. He's just taking the opportunity to be alone with his thoughts, however briefly, as he turns around again and switches back to wolf form.
It's not far at all, even if their walk had gone offtrack a bit. Its relative proximity to Héctor's house might have been one of the deciding factors, the other two being that it's small and somewhat separated from the other homes and it's on the edge of his supposed patron Ainea's district. He has to go human again to wave the tablet and unlock the door, making his decision to walk as a wolf a little questionable maybe, but then they're in! A very...empty home, with the standard lowest grade kitchen that doesn't look used much, small table shoved out of the way into the corner, a couch left on an angle just offcenter, alone like a really bizarre modern art piece, and stray socks and a shirt making a minimalistic trail over to what must be his bedroom. Nothing to read or play, no little projects, no hint of trying to bring himself into the home. He takes his shoes off using his feet, then looks over.]
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Sort of have to! Don't fall too far behind.
[Not that he's going to be picking up the pace much. He's just taking the opportunity to be alone with his thoughts, however briefly, as he turns around again and switches back to wolf form.
It's not far at all, even if their walk had gone offtrack a bit. Its relative proximity to Héctor's house might have been one of the deciding factors, the other two being that it's small and somewhat separated from the other homes and it's on the edge of his supposed patron Ainea's district. He has to go human again to wave the tablet and unlock the door, making his decision to walk as a wolf a little questionable maybe, but then they're in! A very...empty home, with the standard lowest grade kitchen that doesn't look used much, small table shoved out of the way into the corner, a couch left on an angle just offcenter, alone like a really bizarre modern art piece, and stray socks and a shirt making a minimalistic trail over to what must be his bedroom. Nothing to read or play, no little projects, no hint of trying to bring himself into the home. He takes his shoes off using his feet, then looks over.]
Here we are. Doing alright?
[Adjusting to the cane and all...]