[ And while they sleep, Clive cleans up. He doesn't worry about treading quietly, he doubts a herd of bighorns would wake either of them, but he does take care not to make too much noise. He mops first, to get the larger splatters up, then scrubs on his hands and knees so the blood doesn't set into Will's floor.
When it no longer looks like someone slaughtered a garrison in there, he will begin to pick up the things he knocked around with Garuda. Wills book gets set back, then Clive begins to gather notes and papers and try to make order of them.
When one of them finally wakes up, that's where they will find him. Sitting on the ground surrounded by notes, his legs folded comfortable, and his arms folded over his chest, his head bowed and his mouth open slightly.
Dead asleep, if the faint occasional snore is any indication.
He didn't even bother putting his shirt back on, they all got to be laundered anyways. ]
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Date: 2025-02-10 08:20 pm (UTC)When it no longer looks like someone slaughtered a garrison in there, he will begin to pick up the things he knocked around with Garuda. Wills book gets set back, then Clive begins to gather notes and papers and try to make order of them.
When one of them finally wakes up, that's where they will find him. Sitting on the ground surrounded by notes, his legs folded comfortable, and his arms folded over his chest, his head bowed and his mouth open slightly.
Dead asleep, if the faint occasional snore is any indication.
He didn't even bother putting his shirt back on, they all got to be laundered anyways. ]