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[h2][color=crimson]Clifford Norman[/color][/h2]
location: Wandering away from the meeting
Interacting with: No one at the moment but himself
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Clifford watched the meeting end and sighed heavily. Leo hadn't showed up. He ran his finger over the fabric of the degrading purchase. He sighed again and pushed off of the pole he had been leaning against. At least the cops didn't really know anything yet. He gave a quick look around before moving out ignoring everyone around him. His thoughts wandering as he walked with a clearly worried, frustrated face. Thankfully the hood of that bright red hoodie hid most of that face. He did not really have a plan for where he was going and ended up subconsciously starting toward Leo's house. 

Cliff found his steps leading him more into the shadows as he walked, a habit that had grown on him as he avoided people. [i]What happened? Is he okay. God I hope he's okay[/i] He stopped and shook his head causing his hood to fall back for a moment before he pulled it back up. [i]Im sure he's fine[/i] He better be. His nostrils flared a bit as he walked as if he would pick up leo's scent. His hands were still shoved into the hoodie pocket with one hand clasped around the...item. 

Clifford paused. What if leo didn't think it was a good idea. More questions flooded his brain and he grumbled. It was so much easier when he actively avoided everyone. Then again, he wouldn't trade being with leo for being completely alone. He paused at a wall and leaned his head against it. His eyes shut for a moment before he exhaled, pushed himself off and set back on course for leo's house. He needed to know he was safe. That was what was important at the moment.