Gav gets ratioed by the Hideaway.

Guess he'll be keeping Ifrit's hole to himself.

"I'm ceasing, I'm ceasing."

"What did Clive do this time?"

He would never forget. ❤

How many has he got?

"Because lad, being disposed of sounds awfully painful. And we don't go hurting our friends!"

"I dunno about that... I mean, I can handle myself alright in a fight. But I think you're a little above my skill range."

"Well, of course we are!" Gav puts on a big grin, and crouches a little so he's at the young boys height. "And it's like I said; we don't go hurting our friends. And that includes everyone here at the hideaway."

"No, I sense I've made a mistake of some kind..."

"Today, not a single weird sentence shall be heard from my mouth. Swear my life on it." Unfortunately, the day is still early...

"Now that's outta the way— How are we all holding up?"

"Course I will! I ain't the kind to break an oath. And I swore on it."

"And here I thought Sunday's were for prayer."

"Certainly an act of devotion, that's for sure. Guess we all celebrate faith in different ways."

Well— If you can't beat 'em, might as well join them.

Waves a hand, the other held against his cheek in a bashful act. "Aw, shucks. You're gonna make me as red a tomato, lass!"

'Wasted' is right. That a gift like this would go unnoticed...

"My eyes are up here, lass."

Nice one, Clive! You nailed it!