Cliff was almost certain he’d hurt the man’s feelings by telling him he smelled awful, and for that he puffed his own chest out with pride. It was a nice feeling being able to knock the upper class down a peg, even if it was just one rather than the masses. Taking an exaggerated look around before he finally turned his attention back toward the man, Cliff shrugged.

“Outside of the women behind you, who seem to be ignoring your existence, I don't see you with anyone. Are you lonely?” Clifford leaned forward as he made another grab for the object in his pocket - damn it better be worth a shiny sickle for all the work he was putting in! “‘Cause I sure as hell don’t wanna be your friend. Go ahead and get the race organizers. I. Don’t. Care.” He laughed then, showing him all teeth; he was fast at running and well, he knew how to escape situations he shouldn’t be in.

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