Sir Hikes A Lot (944 views)

”Who says I can’t be a wolf lumberjack?” Cliff challenged, his tone joking. The image was pretty funny! Maybe he could be a werewolf Robin Hood? That would be one of those parodies on the tale wouldn’t it? Cliff couldn’t help but like the mental image he got. He looked at Cleo’s phone and looked at the images she flicked through, his interest perking at her own creations. ”Wait – wait – what are those?” he asked.

When she suggested doing up Elvis and making his costume that made Cliff grin. ”Wow, not store bought! That’s definitely true to Robin Hood ‘cause if I had to I’d totally just buy the outfit at wal-mart. So... you sew stuff, too? And just create it completely from scratch and fabric? Or do you use other stuff to start?”

”I don’t see the problem there. Elvis and I are already brothers! Have I shown you a picture of him yet? We already look alike – kind of – we both have brown hair and eyes!” He said. If Cliff could be a werewolf, or a dog, that would be so cool! He pouted at her comment that he was silly. ”Hey! No fair! I just wanna see what your designs are. Especially if you’re gonna get me one!”

The clearing was coming up, and Cliff had forgotten all about the berry war, the competition that had almost made him lose the friendship and happy, calm feeling he felt with Cleo. He walked along with her towards it, taking a sip of his water. ”Okay. I can pay you for the stuff if you really wanna make me something. I don’t mind! And fine -- i'll race you towards the clearing if you're so determined to keep going!”

”What?! I haven’t!” Cliff exclaimed, shocked that Cleo had yet to see Elvis after knowing him for any period of time. Cliff pulled out his phone – which during hikes he kept on Do Not Disturb mode, with no wifi or data to connect him to the modern world. He unlocked the device and went right to pictures. Amidst the photographs he’d taken of the scenery surrounding them, the sunset, the sunrise, videos, and more like that were pictures of Elvis. Cliff settled on his favorite picture – one of himself and Elvis, and presented it to Cleo. ”You’re right – I don’t want to wear a dress. The rumors say enough bad stuff about me, no need to add fuel to Shyanne’s fire.”

Her considering expression made Cliff narrow his eyes.

”No dresses! What’s a tunic look like?” He said, and asked, wary that Cleo was trying to lead him into crossdressing for dun. When she rejected the prospect of a race, Cliff pouted. ”But I like racing. It’s exciting.”

Cliff grinned at the resemblance comment, which made him happy even though technically Cleo was comparing him to a dog. Honestly sometimes Cliff wished that he was dog instead of a human. Dogs didn’t have to deal with their moms re-marrying when they didn’t even mourn for their first husband. There wasn’t anything sketchy about dogs. They just were.

Though the jovial mood shifted when Cleo asked about Shyanne. When she mentioned her, Cliff rolled his eyes and looked to the side, watching the trees as they shifted with life. ”I dunno. I guess. She’s just a bitch who uses her popularity to pick on people. Noah – my best friend – is like in love with her and I just don’t get it. But I’m not the only one she picks on. She’ll say crap about anyone if they get under her skin.”

When she explained what a tunic was, he still didn’t seem convinced. A long shirt wasn’t a dress but then again, didn’t some girls wear long shirts as dresses? ”Okay... fine... but I get it before we go to the Halloween event! And if I think it’s too much like a dress I’m not wearing it!”

When she said there’d be time for racing again after, Cliff stuck his tongue out at her.

Cliff made a face at that notion. Like he’d ever be friendly with Shyanne or do anything for her! She was manipulative, cruel, and totally shat-on Noah that time she used him as a lackey-date thing. She was the type of person Cliff hated the most, even more than Logan. At least Logan was genuinely annoying. Shyanne was just fake. Like a Barbie doll. ”She’s not worth it anyway – she’s boring. She’d probably hate being out here and any enemy of nature I an enemy of mine,” Cliff said.

When she further explained tunics and how not-dressy they were he still wasn’t convinced but he’d give it a shot... he guessed. Her confidence did intrigue him and he wanted to see her work – and then critique her work – and watch her fix it and make it better right before his eyes! That must be so cool! That’d be way cooler than whatever he was here for... carving? Yeah. Way cooler than that because she actually obviously liked what she was doing. ”I wanna see this in action! Halloween is way too far away for me to be Robin Hood,” he half-whined.

He reached back and grabbed the next water bottle, gently tossing it over towards Cleo. When she said her mom was proud that she was hiking Cliff felt his chest swell in pride. This was all his idea! He felt great! ”That’s because hiking his healthy and fun. Not everyone appreciates it. Does your mom hike too?”