[Cliff shifts uneasily, his frown and eyes focused on his shoes. It's tempting to leave, just be done with all this because he did not come here to be accused of things again -- Kaito was the safe zone. The one that understood, but didn't leave Cliff with the distinct feeling of weirdness by being a father figure. It'd be really jarring if it occurred to him that Kai and Héctor are basically the same age, once you ignore all the years being dead.
Things have wound down, though, and while the stubborn part of him still insists he should bail, fuck this, or at least argue that in France, where he'd been going to school, and in Mexico, where he may or may not settle down in the future, the drinking age was 18, so it's extra bullshit...he doesn't want to rile things up again. Still, he can't keep himself from snidely muttering,]
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Things have wound down, though, and while the stubborn part of him still insists he should bail, fuck this, or at least argue that in France, where he'd been going to school, and in Mexico, where he may or may not settle down in the future, the drinking age was 18, so it's extra bullshit...he doesn't want to rile things up again. Still, he can't keep himself from snidely muttering,]
Didn't know you had such a hot mom, Kai.