[He stirs a little at some point, not long after, just to pull the blanket more securely around himself. Some time after that, Cliff opens his eyes partway, taking stock of the situation before sitting up and shifting the blanket into a cape. Not on one of his preferred couches, but since his gaze can settle on his least favorite, but still a favorite, Héctor, he can tolerate that.]
Hey. [checks his arms...] No freaky outfit this time. That's good.
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Hey. [checks his arms...] No freaky outfit this time. That's good.