Howard shakes his head, piles some of the rest of the rocks back into his backpack and makes his way down - the safe way, the path that once had a guard-rope that had long since frayed away or been stolen by the time Stacy picked up the cliffs.
"Kind of. Not many people come out here, but I kind of..." He's about to say he likes it, but that's not true. It's just familiar to him. "The cliffs are from my hometown. Me and Orc used to ditch school and come up here instead of algebra."
And he misses those days when the worst thing he had to worry about was getting caught skipping class.
"Sorry about earlier, by the way." He stares at his shoes as he says that.
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Howard shakes his head, piles some of the rest of the rocks back into his backpack and makes his way down - the safe way, the path that once had a guard-rope that had long since frayed away or been stolen by the time Stacy picked up the cliffs.
"Kind of. Not many people come out here, but I kind of..." He's about to say he likes it, but that's not true. It's just familiar to him. "The cliffs are from my hometown. Me and Orc used to ditch school and come up here instead of algebra."
And he misses those days when the worst thing he had to worry about was getting caught skipping class.
"Sorry about earlier, by the way." He stares at his shoes as he says that.