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Clay arrived at the crowded room with a small huff, leaning against the open door he casually propped himself up as he folded his arms across his wide chest. Since his fight with Tic he had cleaned himself up, his hair still damp with streaks of water.
"[i][color=brown]So who's this guy?[/color][/i]" Clay brazenly interjects as he points to Zyrid with his jaw.

"[i][color=brown]n' I hope someone's paying for this room.[/color][/i]" he slyly adds in, Alex now his focus.

Clay was of a simple mind, he had little understanding or control over the intricacies of emotions, especially his own. His tension swelled just beneath his skin, the adrenalin of his earlier fight still a familiar memory to his veins. He looked from person to person as he scanned the room for an excuse.

Truth was, he was clueless to the current situation, of everyone there he had the furtherest understanding of what was going on or what had summoned such a congregation in one room. None of that seemed to concern him as his focus continually fell back to the interactions and distance left between Alex and the newcomer.