misterbrief | Appointments

[...there was something that had been nagging at him for the last few weeks, something worse than the chill that was steadily creeping into the afternoon breeze or the night that was coming far too quickly anymore. It was something larger that he needed to get off his chest...and, for a subject like this, his options for a person to confide in were few and far between.

But, there was one that he knew he could count on. One that followed a fairly strict routine, and could be counted upon.

Late that afternoon he arrived in the Battle Dome, dressed in denim pants and sandals, hair tied back into a short tail to keep it out of the way. The sunglasses, a pervasive accessory from the summer, remained out of habit at this point although the light was quickly fading that day.

No one cared, and he didn't want to lose the shades he was becoming rather fond of.

He beelined to the chamber that he knew Vegeta frequented and, after peeking in through the glass to see whether it was really Vegeta inside or not, tapped on the clear barrier just hard enough to hopefully get the other man's attention]

[He's only doing work with his sword today, but the tapping breaks his concentration and he looks up. Someone's up there trying to bother him, and that annoys him.

So he ignores it, and continues to train without bothering to even see who it is. Who dares interrupt his training.]

[The blond Klausian dares to disturb the Saiyan in his training. Frowning in mild frustration, Cliff taps yet again-- this time more insistently.]

[He's finishing a swing of the sword through a piece of paper like how Saori showed him, when the tap tap rings out again. The sword lowers, looking up with a sneer. Now that's really annoying. He shoots whoever's up there a really, really nasty look and continues to ignore them.

Darn hoodlums.]

[Oh ho-- Vegeta's in a mood. Grinning mischievously, Cliff lifted a hand--

and tapped again, this time in an old Earthling motif he had heard somewhere.

Shave and a haircut, two bits.]

[It's that little musical bit that really makes a vein pop out. But he can't just blast the glass to let them know he means business due to the nature of his training- sword training was always a 100% cap- so he stomps out of the chamber to go give that person, whoever it is, a piece of his mind. He wishes the glass wasn't one-way, so then if they had decided to run he would be able to catch them later, and show them what for.

Either way, he exits, making his way up to the observation deck to go see who the hell was bothering him.]

[He would find Cliff leaning up against the wall near the glass and waving at him casually with a big, satisfied grin on his face. Even when he was mere heartbeats away from a Saiyan's wrath, Cliff didn't see any reason to worry.

Besides. This was a pleasure call.]

Yo. You look like you've been working hard!

No thanks to you! What do you want anyway?

[Can't he just come by like a normal person]

[This was normal, man! It wasn't like it was easy to disturb a simulation in progress or anything!]

I was just thinking that you might want a break, that's all.

C'mon. [He tossed his head in the direction of the door.] Let's go figure out what we're gonna get for dinner. Have you had your sushi yet this week?

[It was getting late, and he had been there for almost twelve hours as it was.]

Who said I wanted a break? If I wanted a break, I'd of taken one. [He peers at Cliff.] Besides. It's unlike you to interrupt me just for dinner. What's the real reason?

[Cliff folded his arms and stared down at Vegeta, lowering the shades slightly just so he could get a better look at the man.]

What? A guy needs a reason to want to get together with one of his buds and have a little man talk? Sheesh-- this place really sucks if we've hit that level.

I'm not your bud. [Vegeta doesn't have friends gosh what is anyone thinking he hates friends]

Don't play stupid with me. You have something to say? Fine. But I will not be discussing anything in here.

Edited (forgot an important word to form a proper sentence lewl) 2014-09-30 13:59 (UTC)

[That fact in and of itself was likely why everyone called themself one of Vegeta's friends. The man was so damn easy to troll.

Cliff just chuckled.]

Let's go get food then, and stop complaining. People are allowed a few social calls every now and then.

[He opens his mouth to protest, that he wanted to stay and train more, until his stomach makes the biggest growl- worthy of Goku's stomach- and he immediately shuts his mouth. He skipped lunch.]

Fine.

[Wow look how red he is because of that rude noise his stomach just made]

Let's go and get this over with.

Sheesh-- so testy!

[He was teasing. That was something he couldn't resist, not when Vegeta looked so pathetically embarrassed like that.]

There's no reason to rush! Anyway, I thought you liked sushi.

I do like sushi. [It's his favorite.] Why. Is there someone around here that can make decent sushi I didn't know about?

[Saori usually makes it for him.]

Well, I dunno 'bout the quality like you would, but I imagine that one of the restaurants in the plaza can make something that's passable.

What d'ya say?

Passable is the only positive word I'd use for it. [He's just spoiled.] You had something to say, so we'll go.

We can discuss it there.

[A loud restaurant isn't a bad place, especially if it was something about the Malnosso Cliff wanted to talk about- but then, he still doesn't know what it is.]

[Spoiled brat or not, he was still one of the few men that Cliff would turn to with these matters...because it was something about Luceti that he wanted to discuss.

Or, rather, it was something that Luceti wasn't that was bugging him.]

Good man. I knew you'd see it my way!

[All easy smiles, Cliff lead the way out of the Battle Dome and down toward the Plaza...]

[And Vegeta will be in tow. Hands thrust into the pockets of his jacket that he'd brought with him, he follows Cliff out. The night is brisk now with the cold weather starting to come, but the walk would warm them.]

You're just lucky you caught me at a good time. [No way he won't let Cliff call him 'good man' and get away with it.]

[He sees right through you, Vegeta.

He slowed his pace slightly, so that they were walking in tandem and Cliff didn't need to strain to focus in on the man. Keeping tabs on multple things at once was still a pain.]

...How long were you in there for? Looked like you were really into your training today.

About twelve hours, give or take. Pretty normal if you ask me. I could do more.

[But at least he isn't thirty years old and full of I WANT TO KILL KAKAROT rage anymore]

I haven't mastered the sword yet and I will soon enough.

[Thank heavens for that-- but still...]

Twelve hours? Sheesh, no wonder you're grumpy!

Taking a breather will be good-- you're not gonna understand the sword if you bust your brain by working too hard.

Edited 2014-10-02 19:40 (UTC)

[He glares over at Cliff. So what if he trains that long? Grrrrr]

No, I will master it faster by working harder than anyone else. [He would like to point that out!] I don't have time to be relaxing and playing around.

You never know. You might just have that kinda time.

[Way to barrel into the topic, Vegeta. They're not even near the plaza yet!]

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