If my heart was a house, you'd be home. [calamo]

[BAZLEY GASPARD CALHOUN]

Bazley drove home in his black Impala that he sometimes liked to pretend was the same one Dean and Sam Winchester rode around in on their hunting trips. Maybe it's kind of strange for him to enjoy a show about hunting down and killing supernaturals so much, but he was addicted, and when he had seen this beautiful car with a for sale sign on the side of the road, he'd automatically called his cousin Shay to see if she could fix it up for him if he bought it. She'd agreed, and he contacted the owner and bought the car on the spot. He'd been saving to get a car, so when he got it for such a low price, he'd been thrilled.

Bazley parks in the driveway as usual, because he'd turned his garage into his on entertainment area. He gets out of his car, locks it, and then walks up the walk to his door, unlocking it and stepping inside. When he had bought the house, he had originally meant to live with a cousin or a roommate, but he'd ended up living alone because Shay and his other cousin, Kathleen, had both met humans who didn't care that they had fire running through their veins because they loved them so much. He was happy for them both, of course, happy to have two new additions to the family even if Shay had had to go to New York to get married because of the marriage laws. After that, he'd never gotten around to putting any want ads up around town because he'd found he liked the solitude.

Bazley slips his shoes off immediately, curling his bare toes into the floor and letting out a happy sigh. He shrugs off his jacket, draping it over a chair and then walking into the living room and flopping onto the couch. He fishes the book out of the bag, and then flips it open and begins to read.

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[atrb=width,240] It wasn't until a few hours later, and plenty of chickening out, that Elmo finally found himself on the right street, the warm afternoon sun beginning to cool as evening started to make an appearance. He had been so delighted after leaving the bookstore that he actually treated himself to a chocolate ice cream cone, which, in hindsight, might not have been the best idea. In fact, he hadn't wanted to eat it in the first place, but just the thought of his stomach growling in the middle of a conversation at Bazley's house.. Well, it was common for people to offer food, and he didn't like to hurt their feelings by declining, or raise their suspicions because, obviously, he was a bit hungry. The butterflies were fluttering around in his belly again as he approached, chaste white shoes scuffing against the sidewalk. The young hunter had previously changed into something else because.. Wait, why did I change? These were his nicer clothes, despite the fact that these jeans were ripped as well. They fit him better, and the grey little beanie definitely gave him that teenager look. Maybe Bazley will like it. And thus the answer was suddenly revealed to him by his inner gay, of which he mentally scolded promptly. He shouldn't be fretting over whether or not this adult, of the same sex, liked how he looked. That was stupid. Besides, that guy was probably straight. He gave me his number and his address. Okay, the rational part of his brain couldn't give a valid explanation for that, but still. Even if, by the slimmest chance, Bazley was bi or gay, he was still too old. And then he was standing at the front door, automatically knocking on the wood despite that he was still deep in thought, only pulled back by the sound of movement inside. A dark blush settled on his cheeks, and Elmo hastily made an attempt to fix his light brown bangs so that they weren't in his eyes, making sure his beanie was on snugly. The door swung open to reveal the man he had met at the bookstore earlier, and he found himself brushing his bangs to the side over and over, mouth dry. "H-Hi."	[atrb=width,140] words , 372 words tagged , BAZLEY YUSH and tasha cx notes , OUTFIT smjsdjdsmsdm <333
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[BAZLEY GASPARD CALHOUN]

Bazley looks up at the sound of knocking on his door, eyes widening as he slips the book's cover in between the two chunks of pages where his place is. He turns and sets the book on the coffee table beside the sofa, almost in a daze as his feet somehow find their way to the floor. Could it be that boy... Elmo. That was his name. He seemed so shy though. I wouldn't think he would take me up on my offer... Well, there's only one way to tell. Bazley shrugs slightly, standing up and padding over to his front door.

Bazley opens the door, almost expecting a neighbour or something, but when he sees that it is, in fact, the boy from the bookstore, he smiles wide. The boy stammers out a greeting, and he , stepping aside to let him in. "Hey. So, you still interested in a horror book? I have all sorts. Suspense, hauntings, murder mysteries, the whole shebang. You like any specific authors or anything? My books are everywhere, as you can see." He gestures to the random stacks and piles of books in corners, the huge bookshelves packed with books, the books littering his coffee table. After a couple of seconds, he realised that Elmo is shifting on his feet, like he's unsure where to sit, and he bites his lip. "Oh, um, you can take your shoes off and get comfortable. I was just reading. I have more books upstairs, and--Oh."

Bazley had been babbling as usual when he realised the boy wasn't... Alone. It appeared that his cat had come along as well. "Um." Bazley says smartly, looking down at the small orange cat that was currently stretching luxuriously on his floor. "Hey, you've got a pretty cat, what's her name?" He asks, smiling and crouching down. He reaches a hand out tentatively, not wanting to spook her, and after a careful inspection, the cat allows him to scratch behind her ears. He smiles, feeling the purring and feeling happy. "I would have a pet, but I haven't gotten around to going to the pet store."

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[atrb=width,240] Elmo could feel his heart begin to race again at the totally melt-worthy grin adorning Bazley's lips, somehow managing to flash him a shy smile in return. This wasn't his thing. Why am I here? Socializing wasn't something he particularly enjoyed, and never had he been one to start the conversation without having good, logical reason to. I'm here for a book, he reminded himself, feeling a little more at ease at the thought. The books were the only reason why he was here. ...Right? A flush still remaining on his cheeks, the young boy stepped past Bazley to enter his home, the butterflies unsettling his stomach even more at the sight of books. Books, books, books! They were everywhere! Covering all the surfaces. Stacks here, stacks there. Tall, looming bookshelves full of books! It felt like he was at the library, except, of course, he wasn't at the library. He was in a stranger's house, and suddenly Elmo began to fidget, shifting his weight from foot to foot uneasily, uncertain of what he should do now. "Uh... N-No, I haven't r-read horror before," came his hesitant reply, averting his gaze hastily to glance around the room curiously. Of all the genres, horror wasn't something he had had the desire to read. Scary movies were a lot worse, but he preferred his fantasy Harry Potter books or even the Twilight series. Of course, he wouldn't say that aloud, but he was thinking it anyways. When Bazley spoke again, his hazel eyes immediately flitted back, listening intently to what he had to say. He already knew it'd be difficult to get comfortable, especially because his inner gay decided to act up and notice the individual green streaks and specks in the man's soft blue eyes. Before the hunter could scold himself, an orange blur darted past, only to halt in the blink of an eye, revealing that it was a cat, stretching comfortably on the floor with a silent yawn. A look of shock crossed his flushed features. Honeybear must have slipped away from Michie's and followed him here! "I-I'm so s-sorry!" he attempted to apologize, feeling his nerves finally get to him. Elmo couldn't stop fiddling with his beanie, or his fingers were running through his bangs. "Her n-name is Honeybear," his voice was shaky as he answered Bazley's question, watching the man crouch down to scratch the tabby behind her ears. Good thing Honeybear was so well with strangers. And then, once again, he felt a bit awkward, standing there. He didn't favor letting Bazley know that, though, so he kneeled down to lightly tap the end of his cat's tail, snapping his hand back to himself when her flexible body turned on a dime, white paws hitting the floor. An amused smile was on Elmo's face then, the simple yet familiar event soothing his nerves. "Honeybear, what are you doing here? Did you slip past Michie?" It was silly to think that anything could happen without Michie knowing, but, apparently, that was the case here. Best not to bring it up when he got home. He stood once more and took another glance around, the words spilling out of his lips without his mind approving, "Does your girlfriend live here with you?" He shut his mouth, eyes widening. He hadn't mean to ask that! The teen looked back at Bazley sheepishly, knowing that his question probably wasn't very polite, especially since it was just blurted out randomly, but, gosh, did he want to know the answer! At least some tiny hint!	[atrb=width,140] words , Enough x3 tagged , BAZLEY YUSH and tasha cx notes , OUTFIT
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Bazley was struck by how innocent and really just adorable this boy was. Every second, it seemed as though he would tug at his beanie, or fiddle with his hair, or bite his lip. The boy appeared to have so many nervous habits that Bazley wanted to reach out and comfort him somehow. He found it endearing when the boy stuttered over his words, and he couldn’t help but smile at the boy’s apparent uncertainty.

“Oh? So, you’re new to horror then. I’d suggest starting off with something a bit more mellow than Stephen King. Murder mysteries are a good place to start, since there isn’t the paranormal aspect of it. Though… I suppose some could argue that the idea of it being possible would make it even more frightening…” Bazley hums thoughtfully, because he knows most humans don’t believe in any sort of paranormal creature--no matter how common they really were among the human population.

“Honeybear… That’s so cute! Perfect name for this little furrball.” Bazley smiles softly down at the cat and continues to pet her, sitting down cross-legged and using both of his hands to scratch behind her ears and stroke her back. “She’s so sweet. I love cats. Wish I had one of my own.” Bazley says, smiling ruefully down at the blissed-out feline.

When Elmo’s question registers, Baz blushes and looks up. “Um…” He offers, smiling in amusement. “I, uh… I’m…” He closes his eyes for a second, blushing and feeling embarrassment wash over him. He’s surprised at the question, really, mostly because the boy seems so shy. Asking someone such a question would usually be considered a form of flirtation, or at least an attempt to determine for oneself if the person is available. But the boy did it so abruptly, so boldly, that Bazley was stuck thinking it wasn’t meant in either way. “Um, uh, well, it’s like-- well, no, because, you see…” Bazley sputters, his hands wiggling uselessly as he tries to just spit it out. “I’m gay.”

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[atrb=width,240] Elmo's cheeks burned at the seemingly permanent smile on the man's lips, skittishly brushing his hair out of his face, fingers tapping against his sides, as well as several other nervous habits showed. He couldn't help it, though, it just sort of happened when he felt uncomfortable. Not that it was Bazley's fault, 'cause it's not. Not at all. He just didn't do too well in the socializing department, especially since he may have a crush on this kind guy. No, you're here for a book! Remember? Right. Onward to the book thing... "Pretty sure I can handle paranormal stuff.." His golden brown eyes widened at his own mumbled words, hastily averting his gaze for the umpteenth time. Well, he hadn't meant to let that slip out. "Actually..." The boy hesitated, but his inner writer couldn't resist but comment. "It.. It w-would be scary to th-think it could happen." His face flushed again, surprising himself that he didn't make a fool out of himself. Stuttering would probably stay for a while, but at least he wasn't a babbling idiot, right? "Y-Yeah.." Another shy smile found its way to Elmo's lips as he agreed with Bazley, gaze flitting back to the orange cat. Honeybear was absolutely enjoying this, drowning herself in the blissful attention of the stranger. It was enough to make him giggle, which in turn caused him to feel even more embarrassed because he really, really hated his laugh. It was too high-pitched, even for a teenage boy. "She's real b-big on cuddling." It was strange that he actually had the desire to talk, but then again if it was about Honeybear he's bound to say something about his beloved feline. "I.. I love c-cats.." The sight of Bazley blushing thoroughly shocked El, his now cerulean eyes wide once more. He.. He looked embarrassed by the question! "S-Sorry! I shouldn't have asked.." he apologized quietly in the hesitation, looking down at his feet. He hadn't meant to make the man feel uncomfortable in an- "I'm gay." The boy's head snapped back up at those words, pulled straight out of his thoughts. Bazley's gay?! It only made his heart flutter, and he began to fidget more than before. It got so worse he had to turn away for a moment, crossing his arms casually to hide his trembling hands. "Oh-Oh." He swallowed hard, trying to find his voice, but failing miserably. He would open his mouth, only to close it because he had no words whatsoever. Bazley was gay. Elmo was, too. It was too much to hope for.. "Well... Um.." Nothing. His mind went blank, leaving him to struggle to find sentences that wouldn't come.	[atrb=width,140] words , 443 tagged , TASHA/BAZLEY notes , OUTFIT
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