Clevinger was swimming around the lake in his downtime, thinking of the missions he would have to do the next day… when he saw you awkwardly sitting in the sand.

Clevinger was always blunt and upfront, so he smiled and waved at you, swimming over to you. His brown hair was messy and he was covered in water as he got out of the water to sit next to you.

Clevinger laughed softly and smiled.

“It’s a nice day, isn’t it?”