#c:tobin

[wisdomxseeker]

Kliff/cracking open a cold book without the boys

my otp now actually

buzz off gray i’m not going to your stupid party

tobin give me my book back

alm don’t just stand there help me. stop laughing. alm. alm

[wisdomxseeker]

Any of the ram villagers really. Gray, tobin, alm

Gray?

“He’s okay, I guess.” A shrug. He’s not bad looking and has a fit body, but he was so, so girl-crazy, and Kliff had never entertained the idea for much more than a second.

Tobin?

“Maybe.” Yes. Maybe. But that’s just it. Maybe. Tobin was noisy, but kind, and tried to understand Kliff in his own ways. But Kliff couldn’t imagine Tobin’s feelings ever running so deep--though he tends to be pessimistic in these things.

Alm?

He is silent for a long while, expression blank. Eventually, Kliff simply shakes his head. “No, that’s just impossible.” 

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1, 14, 19

hoo boy we’re in for a trip

1. Their physical weak spots

Weak spots... can be interpreted many ways... But for one, I’d have to say the cold. Of course, like anyone, he’s terrible at either extreme in temperature--but his tolerance for cold is quite low, which is why you’ll hardly ever catch him in anything but long sleeves. If caught unprepared, he’ll be shuddering in what might even be cool weather, and be completely annoyed by it. His mood gets colder, too!

14. Ingrained habits/forces of habit

When taking instructions, directions, orders, etc., he tends to respond quickly and shortly--often almost sounding like he’s irritated, or dismissive. It’s not the impression he means to give at all. He simply doesn’t like unnecessary blathering, especially when it’s repetitive or downright obvious. It’s not a conscious decision to be rude or anything. It’s more like--

Yes, sure, I’ve got it, you can stop wasting your breath explaining and just let me do it already.

19. People they’ve hurt or indirectly killed, and how it affected them

His first scuffle was with Gray, who had teased him once too much. He doesn’t really remember the context, but given that they were children, it was without a doubt something stupid. They were kicking and pulling hair, rolling around in the dust, flailing their hands and arms in nothing that could be considered punches.

A scream. Tobin leapt into action, pulling Kliff off the other boy. Gray pushed himself up, one hand on the ground, the other cupped around his eye. The unobscured eye was wide, watery, and targeted on Kliff.

Kliff wailed. Absolutely bawling. He thought Gray was going to lose an eye, and it was all his fault. His friend was going to go blind, all because of some stupid fight!

(Tobin, unsure to do with an inconsolable mess in his arms, let the child drop.)

(Gray still has a scar on his brow to this day.)

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mischief.

ooc ; I actually wrote this for my application and Silas @nohrfidelis asked a very appropriate question, so here it is :’)

cows.

Though he was the type to prefer being caught dead before ever, ever saying it, Kliff loved his friends. They had all been together since childhood, and as they began to explore the world together, he learned that this wasn't something common at all--it seemed that childhood friends were more often than not, restricted to childhood; most would part ways through the years, and because of this discovery, it became apparent that the group from Ram Village was something extraordinary.

But no matter how extraordinary they may be, Kliff's nerves grew frayed all the same.

During dinner, he heard Tobin loudly recounting the story of how he convinced Alm to go cow-tipping in the middle of the night only a year ago. Cow-tipping. Kliff had scoffed back then, and he scoffed even now, with the additional flourish of an eye roll. He remembers that event quite clearly. Of course they didn't invite him--why would they, a spoilsport like him--but these foolish friends of him weren't liars to any degree. Especially Alm. Tobin was prone to snickers and coy whistling, but Alm in particular wore his heart on his sleeve.

Kliff knew overall that he shouldn't get involved. He should just go back home, read a book, and stay there all night while his friends made idiots of themselves without his help. But at the same time, he found it hard to resist the temptation of seeing them flounder firsthand--and against all good reason, he decided he'd follow them that night.

Not without his bit of fun, though.

Tobin was sticking to Alm more than usual after he had gotten into yet another tiff with Gray; as this was nothing out of the ordinary, they would often patch it back up themselves, but this time, Kliff thought to intervene. Discreetly, he let Gray know Tobin had challenged him--that he'd be waiting for him that night by Old Man Henderson's barns--and Gray (usually more perceptive than this, but blinded by his machismo) took the bait.

Kliff waited in the brush nearby, just close enough to get a good view. There were whispers, cackles, the startled mooing of a victim cow--then in quick succession, shouting (Gray), blustering (Tobin), confusion and concern (Alm), clear sounds of tousling, falling--and then a splat, clear as day. Silence. A groan. Two simultaneously shrieks of realization, and a weak "Oh, gods" from Alm on the side.

They found Kliff after his outburst of laughter, on his knees, cradling his stomach, eyes wet with sheer amusement at how well this had all gone--far better than he could've predicted. Kliff took off as fast as his feet would take him, and Gray and Tobin chased him into the night, leaving behind Alm, an inconvenienced cow, and a cowpie that told a story.