A good lad..

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A good lad..
Ben laughed, leaning back on his chair, fully relaxed. The outside area of the fancy restaurant was probably his favorite place in town; the staff knew him by name now. He took another swig of his drink, clasped his fingers and tilted his head to the side. “So, should we talk business?” He was in full pre-production mode now. “I mean, that’s why we are here, right?”
Cliff is the type of guy to invite you to go swimming in a pool and then end up just talking to you and y'all do 0% swimming the entire time.
Honestly, I bet Cliff was salty that he never got to be involved with the Basterds.
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* @undawn … “did you do something different with your hair?”
❛ that your way’a telling me it looks like shit ? ❜ cliff is not an easily frazzled man, particularly when it comes to his looks. he leaves the vanity to rick. let him fuss over whether or not the audience is going to see his face in this tv-show guest spot. let rick worry about whether or not his suit is in THE LATEST ITALIAN FASHIONS. it doesn’t bother cliff none. ( he’s seen too much, & knows what real concerns are ). he’s the very picture of laissez-faire, a lit cigarette dangling from his mouth, arms resting on the back of the golf cart upon which he sits. still, he cocks his head at danika, observing. ❛ ( . . . ) ‘cause it is a shitty wig, ❜ he replies at length with a shrug. casual, unruffled. ❛ least that's what rick's got his panties in a twist over. ❜ head motions towards the trailer, sounds inside MUFFLED as rick dalton pitches a fit over the state of the hairpiece he’s expected to wear. & of course, when on the job : what rick wears, cliff wears. ❛ reckon i pull it off, though. what do ya think ? ❜
At the notice of Sawyer’s disappearance, Gray knew there were only two people in the world that could have known the reasons for this. He had attempted to talk to his mother, but the thick scent of blood filled the guest house they stayed at - with his current state, he decided to avoid her for a moment. The dense scent of blood that clung to the air around that home wasn’t something he thought he could handle, not when the bloodlust curled through him. He would have to wait to talk to his mother - something told him that she wasn’t going to move from the house unless Cliff was present.
“I found you,” Gray said as he approached Cliff. The man was his father, despite the youthful appearance. Normally, Gray kept his expression calm but with the current set of events, he couldn’t hide the anger that that had been embedded in him. His daughter was missing, gone from everything. Although Scarlett and Cliff were the souls of his parents, even they wouldn’t be spared if Sawyer wasn’t found. He approached the man, “What the fuck did you and mom do?” // @adamnnit