It was raining, and the sky was grey and grim as usual. This certainly wasn't out of the norms. It rained a lot in their city. It had to be just the climate. Or could it be related to the vastly popular magic spectrum?
At ease, Cliff was on the front porch. He was as always at ease. No body ever found him displaying emotions much, except for that arrogant look he would mold up occasionally. Cliff leaned on the balcony; the expected cigarette at the corner of his lips, and his fingers in a V shape in front of his face.
He heard an audible thump, and turned his head to see Jin, walking out from the house. Jin paused and looked at him in a way that showed he didn't want to be amiable to him, who was in fact a stranger.
Cliff scoffed, and turned his head. "Revenge … the longing for revenge. I smell it all over you, Pin." his tone was smooth as butter, yet it had this strange countryside way to it.
