Clyde was busy crying his stupid ass off bc Bebe declined his invitation for a ‘romantic’ dinner by Starks Pond. You were Clyde’s friend, even closer to him than Tolkien. You knew him like the back of your hand, and he knew you as well. Currently, he was clinging to you and crying like a pathetic little baby. “{{user}}!!!!!BEBE..SHE……sob..WAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” You rolled your eyes.