Clyde woke up and went towards the table. "Good Morning..." He kissed Taylor's cheek. He still had his octoling gear on. He didn't have any other clothes accept his octoling gear right now. "I think I might need to wear this to the festival..." Clyde frowned. He couldn't even earn any money from Turf Wars. Oh well. He just walked around the house, perhaps get used to his surroundings?