Showing Clay Around

[cottoncandypink]

The door opens into a bustling TV news station. Nobody seems to even notice that Wilford has stepped out of the conference room with someone who doesn't belong. There's a heated argument about frogs taking place somewhere across the room, and just a general sense of chaos.

"You packing?" Wilford asks as he quickly checks his phone for the time.

Not that it matters. In the light, his black eye is more than obvious, and he won't be going in front of a camera until it clears up enough to cover with makeup.

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[cottoncandypink]

"Just don't shoot at a cop."

Wilford hasn't really been one for bazookas, just because they're too damn loud.

[psychowolf]

"How did your world get this way?" the anthropologist in him.

And he will probably pass on the bazooka.

[cottoncandypink]

"I'd like to know the same thing about everywhere else," Wilford says.

Clay hasn't even seen things get real exciting yet.

The server comes back with their drinks, while the other table confines to be loud and obnoxious.

[psychowolf]

"That is only natural. It's why I study anthropology." wondering that is what he does for a living. At least as far as humans know.

Clay is doing his best ignore the men. But they are hurting his sensitive hearing.

He gives the server a polite nod.

[cottoncandypink]

"There's some irony in there somewhere," Wilford says. He can't quite dig it all the way out, though.

"Need something?" the server asks.

Wilford hates the business men too, but he's mostly learned to ignore them.

"If I ever get like that, shoot me in the head," Wilford says.

"Why wait?" the server asks.

[psychowolf]

"He's my way home" Clay informs the server. He doesn't want to be stuck in this world.

Clay offers Wilford, "I'll make it quick" completely serious. If that is what Wilford wants Clay will do so.

[cottoncandypink]

Wilford waves the server away, sick of getting picked on.

"What, shooting me in the head?" he asks.

[psychowolf]

"I would probably break your neck." more his style. "If that's what you want. In the event of becoming like them." nodding in the direction of the 'business' men.

[cottoncandypink]

"Just don't fuck it up," Wilford says, probably joking, but maybe not. "You do it all the way, and you just get to lie there, feeling yourself slowly suffocating."

[psychowolf]

"I'm very experienced." he promises Wilford. "You wouldn't feel a thing." completely serious.

[cottoncandypink]

"Oh, good. I've had people fuck it up before, and it is not fun."

Then again, he's also had people fuck up shooting him in the head, so he can't really be surprised that breaking a neck would take a decent amount of skill.

[psychowolf]

"You've had your neck broken or you've seen other peoples neck broken before?"

And Clay might miss if he uses a firearm.

[cottoncandypink]

"Both, actually."

He says this casually, as if it's a perfectly normal topic of conversation.

[psychowolf]

Clay gives him a look that says INTERESTING and HOW?

[cottoncandypink]

Huh. Wilford would have thought after last week, everyone would have known his little secret.

Unless Security did jack shit all about Jim blowing him up out in the woods. Which, Wilford only now realises, is exactly what happened. Jim wasn't in jail a few days later when he brought the dog back.

"Were you around when some moron tried to blow up the forest?"

[psychowolf]

Clay heard the explosion but never learned the source of it. "I hear the explosion, I take it you were there."

[cottoncandypink]

"Some stupid fucker thought it would be funny to blow me up with a landmine or something."

Actually, in retrospect, it is kind of funny. Because honestly who uses a landmine? Wilford even laughs a little bit.

[psychowolf]

"A landmine?" because yeah that is strange.

Obviously Wilford is okay so there is no reason to ask.

[cottoncandypink]

Wilford shrugs. "Or something."

It was quite a bit bigger than a normal landmine, but who knows what else Jim rigged up along with it.

He didn't exactly survive that (he didn't survive it at all, actually), but it probably gets the point across.