What in the hell did Clifford have to do to convince Ida her horse was at least part demon? He cocked an eyebrow at her as she laughed at him before he frowned. He hated being laughed at. His eyes were drawn toward the horse then, and without much thought (not that he had too many of those), he stuck his tongue out at it; not that Chestnut even seemed to realize he did it, happily munching away on his hay. He face scrunched up at being ignored.
Maybe after this was all said and done, when he was back on two feet, he’d convince Algernon that he’d met a demon horse and force him to come along to collect evidence of such. The daft blonde had a better head on his shoulders and if he saw Chestnut for what it was, then he could take all the proof to Ida to convince her. She was a woman of science after all, so she wouldn’t be able to refute pure facts. Hell, maybe he could work with the two pups to turn them against their coven leader. Maybe staying as a dog for a few days wouldn’t be a bad idea…
His eyes were drawn back toward her and he flashed her a shit-eating grin. “I know you worry about me and all-” Which nearly made him wince because no one worried about him, which suited Clifford just fine. He didn’t deserve it, and well, he wasn’t going to even try to earn it. “But I’ll be fine.” What’s the worst that could happen? She looked young and Cliff was assuming her friend was about the same. Ida was making her friend sound like she was a downright bitch, but if she was that bad there was no way the girl would have friends. He knew from experience - people didn’t like mean people. Maybe he’d get along better with her.
Pursing his lips together, the brunette didn’t say anything further. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust her words… Everyone wanted something in life, but Ida probably just hadn’t realized what it was yet; she’d realize sooner or later that she wouldn’t be satisfied with “just research” and Cliff would feel obligated to give into her demands. Plus, people didn’t help Clifford Hillicker out of the goodness of their hearts. If she didn’t ask, he wouldn’t bother, even if he’d feel indebted to her until she did find something she wanted. He wasn’t going to push the envelope with her today, so he remained silent on the matter entirely.
Instead he turned his attention on the topic of actually being an animal. “I’m ready.” Cliff laughed as he nodded. Plopping back down on the barrel, he pulled his shoes off one by one and set them on the crate before nestling his wand in between them. Then his fingers worked at the buttons of the shirt, thankful that he’d forewent a vest and jacket this morning; he peeled it off his body and folded it before setting it on top of his shoes. His fingers pressed against the button of his pants, and he flicked his gaze toward her before he tilted his head. “Everything?” Not that he was shy; he’d stand in front of her fully nude and not have a care in the world.
He didn’t wait for an answer as he began to shimmy out of his pants; of course it would be everything! Dogs didn’t wear clothing, now did they? Cliff pushed them to his ankles and stepped out of them.
Maybe after this was all said and done, when he was back on two feet, he’d convince Algernon that he’d met a demon horse and force him to come along to collect evidence of such. The daft blonde had a better head on his shoulders and if he saw Chestnut for what it was, then he could take all the proof to Ida to convince her. She was a woman of science after all, so she wouldn’t be able to refute pure facts. Hell, maybe he could work with the two pups to turn them against their coven leader. Maybe staying as a dog for a few days wouldn’t be a bad idea…
His eyes were drawn back toward her and he flashed her a shit-eating grin. “I know you worry about me and all-” Which nearly made him wince because no one worried about him, which suited Clifford just fine. He didn’t deserve it, and well, he wasn’t going to even try to earn it. “But I’ll be fine.” What’s the worst that could happen? She looked young and Cliff was assuming her friend was about the same. Ida was making her friend sound like she was a downright bitch, but if she was that bad there was no way the girl would have friends. He knew from experience - people didn’t like mean people. Maybe he’d get along better with her.
Pursing his lips together, the brunette didn’t say anything further. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust her words… Everyone wanted something in life, but Ida probably just hadn’t realized what it was yet; she’d realize sooner or later that she wouldn’t be satisfied with “just research” and Cliff would feel obligated to give into her demands. Plus, people didn’t help Clifford Hillicker out of the goodness of their hearts. If she didn’t ask, he wouldn’t bother, even if he’d feel indebted to her until she did find something she wanted. He wasn’t going to push the envelope with her today, so he remained silent on the matter entirely.
Instead he turned his attention on the topic of actually being an animal. “I’m ready.” Cliff laughed as he nodded. Plopping back down on the barrel, he pulled his shoes off one by one and set them on the crate before nestling his wand in between them. Then his fingers worked at the buttons of the shirt, thankful that he’d forewent a vest and jacket this morning; he peeled it off his body and folded it before setting it on top of his shoes. His fingers pressed against the button of his pants, and he flicked his gaze toward her before he tilted his head. “Everything?” Not that he was shy; he’d stand in front of her fully nude and not have a care in the world.
He didn’t wait for an answer as he began to shimmy out of his pants; of course it would be everything! Dogs didn’t wear clothing, now did they? Cliff pushed them to his ankles and stepped out of them.
[Please feel free to hit Cliff at your leisure; he probably deserves it.]
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