"I'm sure everyone else read it. ... Most of them, anyways. Y'know, kids make paper airplanes... Trust me, they're going to good use." He snickered, rolling up one of his sleeves to try and even them out. Cliff's sleeves were never even, despite how often he tried. If they ever got into perfect equilibrium, it lasted a few minutes at best. "Not into flowers, don't like parades... /Huge/ fan of standing around awkwardly, though. Dunno if you knew that about me." Oh, sarcasm! One of his favorite tools.