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Mr. Patton had been her friend for longer than Calla could remember, and though her parents had done everything to keep the two of them apart, at some point they had just accepted that the stinking mermaid wasn't going anywhere, to Calla's joy. She loved him, she might have had a crush on him somewhere along the road, but then she had left and it had faded, and now there was nothing stronger than their friendship. She had spent some weeks in Canada, Montréal to be exact, for the past time, because things had gotten out of hand again. Those things made Calla realize that having fwb's was something that was not really a plus, was something that she shouldn't do anymore, because the firetamer always had to go running. It did mean that she had seen a lot of the world right now, and the International Jazz Fest in Montréal was something she had been dieing to see anyways, but it was tiring too. It had been Rachel, her friend and fuckbuddy Rachel, who had managed to fuck everything up for the two of them, by telling Calla that it wasn't enough anymore, that she was falling for her and that she wanted to be with her. And Calla, obviously, had ran, because miss Ellis did not do relationship or commitments. It was a limitation on her artistic freedom and she did not want that. Calla experimented, and experiments did not really go well with commitments. Plus, she hated being tied down anyways. Which was why it was so cool having Weston with her, because she could just fool around with him and nothing bad would happen. Neither of them had feelings for the other, nor wanted to be with the other, so it was perfect. They were perfect. Hence why her darkred lips turned into a broad smile as she saw Weston waiting for her at the arrivals. "Weston!" the Ellis girl cried out, racing towards her best friend with her little trolley bumping after her, knocking over a few other visitors but Calla did not notice at all. Her spirit hood nearly fell of her head when she dropped her luggage and jumped into her best friend's arms. That was the one negative thing about travelling; she would have to miss him for so long. Imprisoning him in a tight hug, Calla Adelphia Ellis felt as estatic as ever, because she had her bff back. Whatever Tullia would say, the stupid bitch she was, even she and all her wicked evilness would not be able to come between Calla and Weston. She couldn't help it that Jayne had been fooled by her and had not really listened to Tullia, that was not Calla's fault. She had only messed a little with him. Ofcourse, Calla was the innocence herself. The feud she had with her older sibling was no longer to be called little, she knew that much. While she had been gone, Calla had caught the rumours Tullia had been spreading about her, and she was ready to strike back. This was far from over. "I missed you, how has Manuka been in my absence?" The brunette continued, picking her trolley from the floor and gliding her hand through the merman's arm, gently pulling him along. They had a vast ritual for when Calla would come back from her various wanderluster moments. The girl sometimes felt bad that she abandoned Weston from time to time by just disappearing, but she always wrote him where she went to, and why she had left. Though by now Calla was pretty sure that he knew exactly why it was that his best friend left, she still felt the need to explain it all. Plus, he was always full with advice and she really appreciated that and listened to it. But now, she was just going to enjoy being back here, and stay in this little bubble of peace with Weston as long as it was possible. Calla was glad she had just moved in with Jamie, because otherwise she'd come home from a long trip and be lectured immediately by her parents when it did not even matter to her anyways. Ah, well. The firetamer dropped herself at 'their' table at Starbucks, the one table they always sat when Calla came back from her travels. "The next time you should just come with me." The girl pleaded again, for that was in fact what she really wanted. Take Weston with her into the world, on adventures, and just have each other and no one else who could fuck it up. "What do you want? My treat, because I left you all by yourself again." Calla chuckled, getting up and walking to the counter to get both their orders. Placing Weston's coffee in front of him, and some treat she had bought him she knew he liked, Calla attacked her chocolate muffin before she looked up at her friend again. "I swear, Wes, you would've loved Montréal. The music and the people, and the parties. It was so much fun." tag: weston word count:975 outfit: here notes: yay bestiesssss <3333

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The merman distinctively remembered a time in English class where his overly strict and blunt teacher walked to the front of the room, ‘Chances are the best friend you have right now you won’t even know in ten years’. At the time, it had made a huge uproar in the classroom. Many offended peers of his thought that this fact was proven false. As it turns out, it had been one hundred percent true. Except when it came to Weston and Calla. When one went through as much as they went through, there was no turning back with these two. She had continued to keep in contact with him when he signed up for the military to serve. She was, quite frankly, more loyal than the ‘woman of his dreams’ had been. She made all these random disappearances. Most of the time, it nearly scared poor Weston half to death considering all of the hits on the Ellis family (especially now). Until there was always the letter of destiny he opened. He cursed her in his head, but he supposed he should have been used to it by now.

After cursing her, he also offered to pick her up from the airport every time. He wasn’t far from it with his work and it would have cost her about two hundred more dollars if she parked her car there, so it only made sense. Plus, Weston felt like he should have every right to see her first. Seeing her every time was like seeing a friend you hadn’t seen in ten years. At least she hadn’t changed. Who would have thought? Someone as blunt and rebellious of her being best friends with the biggest jock there was. No, Weston really didn’t believe it either, but who was he to judge? He stood there, hands in his pockets, and his eyes carefully each person coming out of security. Texting her was going to be close to useless, wasn’t it? His phone felt heavy and tempting in his pocket, but for the time being, he kept it there. Just stood there and looked like he was an important someone looking for another equally as important someone. He made a few friendly smiles to a couple of people, chatting lightly before he heard his name. His head perked up and a bright smile appeared on his face. There was his little firecracker.

Much like a reunion filled with fields of flowers, the pair ran toward each other. He caught her in the bear crushing hug, trapping her as well and giving her a few swings back and forth. To someone like Weston- who’s entire job was basically to be stronger than the average human being, Calla’s weight was similar to that he used to warm up. So it was quite easy to lean a little bit backwards so that her feet were able to come off of the ground. ”Calla! I have found you again!” He exaggerated as if he had been looking for his long lost puppy. A dreadful thing to think about, remembering his not one- but two dogs back home. That wasn’t new as some of the other recent events in his life. He felt like he needed years of catching up to do when in reality, it had only been a few months on time. Could all of that really happened in a couple of months? Just poof. She hadn’t been gone long enough for any of that, but actually talking to her was a different manner. ”I missed you too… and Manuka has not changed very much. There was a lot of radical cleanup. I got two pups. I’m saving the day every other Tuesday night. You know, the usual.” He shrugged. All of it true. Except maybe the saving was exaggerated, but what else would Weston be if not an exaggerated? It was the reason his ego was so big.

Without even a question or asking, she went and lead him over to their little spot at Starbucks. Man, only now did he realize that he really did miss the woman. Talking to her was as easy as breathing sometimes. And sometimes, that’s all he really needed to know. Any guy friend that he had ever occupied in the past couldn’t really compare. His had a more functional relationship with her than any other. And he could easily say, just knowing her life as well as she knew his, it was the same way the other way around. Weston knew it was simple facts of life. ”You and me alone in Montreal? You trying to get me killed?” He asked teasingly. Although it would sure as hell be one hell of a ride. He could just picture the energy coming from that place. For example, Calla looked less stressed than she had before she left. That was the entire purpose of these spontaneous scare the shit out of Weston vacations she liked to take. ”A bear claw. On the side of a strong cup of coffee.” By this point, there wasn’t a lot of ‘oh no, don’t worry about it’. It was just something understood that if one party said that, the other party was going to nod and agree without trying to argue the point. Last time they argued the point, one of them ended up slipping on the newly cleaned tile floors. May or may not have been him. ”Will have to sometime. Only if you promise we can go to Vegas.” Speaking of dying. The pair going to Vegas sounded dangerous, but that was exactly it. What more chaos and madness than in Viva Las Vegas? Hopefully neither of them was going to come home with a whore. Neither of them could afford that.

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The only thing that mattered, was that she got to see her best friend in the whole world again, and cuddle him to death. It was ironic, y'know, seeing how many high school friendships stranded even if the two people had known each other since birth, pretty much like Calla and Weston. But well, somehow they were different, and they had never stranded and the firetamer doubted they ever would. What she had with Weston was something she'd never get with anyone else, there was no one who could replace him. Not that she wanted that to happen, but just theoretically. No one knew her the way he did and she could see through him in a way no one else could as well. They were a two package deal, and Calla could never like anyone who did not like Weston, even if there were persons one of them liked and one of them didn't, but well, that didn't matter, opinions differed. But as soon as someone did not like Weston or whatever, that's when Calla was letting go, because choosing between her best friend and anyone else was an easy choice. It had always been an easy choice. And they never let each other down. Weston had a gift, he knew how to grace Calla's lips with a broad, genuine smile every time she saw him. Especially when she hadn't seen him in such a long time. Sure, it were never months in which she was gone, but a couple of weeks was long enough. Sometimes she just needed it. There was something about commitments that scared the living shit out of Calla, and she wasn't scared by a lot of things. Bugs, spiders, throw it at her, she didn't care, one stomp and the damn thing would be dead, but commitments.. Those were the damn scary things. The brunette liked to fool around, to have sex with people, no matter what gender, to have some fwbs, sure, she did not mind. But tieing yourself down to one person? Oh hell no. And the moment someone else called her out on her own feelings because they were shared, that was the moment when a girl like Calla bolted. She had once had feelings for Weston, but a few weeks in Colorado had cured her from that. It always worked that way. Calla found it easy to let things go. Her long legs draped around her best friend's waist as he nearly crushed her in his hug. Calla did not mind those bone crushing hugs, they were part of Weston and she took every part of Weston the way he was, because he was the most awesome person on this planet. "Ofcourse, babe. Can't let my Flounder out of my sight for too long, who knows what he'll do." The girl said with a wink as her feet touched the floor again. And then they were walking away and the girl listened to him elaborating how Manuka had been without her. She was sure if she'd ask someone else, they'd come with thirty-three new stories about her and why she had left, thank you Tullia, but somehow Weston always seemed to be blissfully oblivious to how Calla's sister was trying to ruin their friendship. Well, whatever then. "You got two dogs? Poor creatures." Calla laughed, teasingly poking her tongue at the merman. Damn, she had missed him too much. Way too much. He was that one person she did not need to explain her motives and reasons to, he just knew them. He was always the first to know she was gone, the only one to know where she had gone off to, and the first to see her when she was back. Weston was her top priority, sometimes even more than her own family. But they were morons, so yeah. "Yeah, I don't think Montréal is ready for you yet." The brunette said with a pointed look at her friend once they had claimed their usual spot at Starbucks. It was pathetic really, how often Calla left, that they even had a routine for when she'd come back, but well. What did you do about it, that's right, nothing. Calla laughed at his proposal, giving him his order as she took a sip of her own coffee. "Las Vegas? Dude,that's on the other side of the country. Are you sure you're ready for that?" The brunette said teasingly, a mocking smile gliding upon her darked lips. She was always in for a roadtrip in her old pick up truck, but Las Vegas was a hell of a long drive. The idea of them going to Las Vegas was a cool thought though. Calla had never been there before, and she had always wanted to. But even the firetamer wasn't foolish enough to go to Las Vegas all on her own. You needed a partner in crime for that. And Calla was just lucky that she had a partner in crime. The best in the whole world. "If you say yes now, you know I'm gonna drag you with me when I'm heading over there right?" She said with a playfully warning glance, rolling her eyes slightly. Calla was glad to be back already, just because the whole drama with Rachel was gone, and she had her Weston back. Things were good this way. tag: weston word count:1011 outfit: here notes: yay bestiesssss <3333

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Most of the time, Weston had conformed to what was popular in his town and what wasn’t. He had a reputation to keep up, so there was no time in actually trying to figure out what he liked or didn’t like. Calla was probably the only thing that he was going to be able to stand his friends complaining about. They were always talking about how odd the girl was and how she didn’t really belong in the best friend pile with the jocks. That had to be the one person that Weston shrugged about instead of trying to defend himself. It was just something that all of his friends had to understand. Calla, he was sure, got so much crap for hanging out with a mermaid in a small little family. He wasn’t from some big family line like she was. If he were, he was sure that he wouldn’t be able to keep track of all of his cousins and fifth cousins and sixteenth cousins eight times removed. How could cousins be removed? It made no sense to him.

Did Weston ever have feelings for Calla? That was something he actually hadn’t thought about too often. Most of the time, he was always dating someone. Then that marriage thing came up. Something he knew Calla always seemed to be concerned about considering she was the type of woman who didn’t tie down to anyone. Still, Weston was sure that some part of his past, there was a part of him that liked her. Hence why the pair had hooked up a couple of times after a party (well Weston’s version of hooking up which was a make out before he stopped, rolled over, and passed out. Oops). All the same, considering Weston wasn’t really a hooking up type of person anyway. He could remember all the shit he had gotten from her about being a virgin. Thank God that was over now. The only reason it was over was simply because he got married, but all the same, she couldn’t play that card on him anymore. Weston was a soldier free from tease. Except the merman thing which came up in his nicknames.

The Disney nickname seemed to suite him, and Weston wasn’t sure if he liked that or not. It wasn’t as if she would stop if she knew it bugged him. Actually, on the contrary, she’d probably say Flounder every other word. Then Weston would have to dig deep to come up with something clever. Creativity was never a strong point of his. The artist had a different skill set than the jock. ”Find some sharks.” Making reference to the movie that Flounder was in. He also tried not to put too much into the fact he knew that. As a child, the Little Mermaid had been his favorite. The one he would watch over and over again. For obvious reasons. ”You could at least let me know when you’ll be gone.” He told her, though having a smile on his face, having that same little worried look behind it. He tried to keep things more casual so it didn’t sound like a papa bear telling someone what to do, but more of a friendly suggestion from a guy that was running around screaming earlier. Weston had lost many friends while he was in the marines. Friends were important and close to him. Without Calla, he would honestly not know what to do with himself. It was like his other half. What would he do with him half self?

Even though they were dogs, it was weird hearing them being called dogs. Weston always called them pups. They weren’t exactly pups when he got them. All the puppies in the shelters were the first ones taken, so he liked to grab those a little older than had a smaller chance. It wasn’t something he made public, but that was the logic behind it. ”They run with me every day. It’s brutal on them. I’m planning on training them to be miniature soldiers and sniff you out.” He said, shaking his finger at her before laughing silently. Trying to think of his boxer as a tough guy was easy, but that Aussie- Maggie? Not a chance. She would probably run from a smaller dog if they were ever to meet one. The only one she felt brave about was Toby. It was the closest thing he was going to get to kids at this point. He was supposed to have kids by now. A family to call his own. Weston shook his head, trying not to let his mind dwell on those facts too much. It just brought he guy down.

It was ironic the pair was talking about going all sorts of places when Weston had been to all those sorts of places himself. Being even in a small amount in the military, he had been able to go places were most people would never see. He did admit that Montreal wasn’t one of those places just because there would be no business there, but all the same. The thought of him and Calla alone on a night was dangerous, but them alone wandering around in a foreign country? That was just putting a sign that said ‘FUCK WITH HIM HE WON’T BE ABLE TO DO ANYTHING’ sign. He had training, but it wasn’t as if it was great when he was drinking. Which would what he would be doing on vacation with her. ”I’ve been half way across the world. Vegas is just a challenge accepted for me, it sounds like.” He grinned devilishly, taking the cup from her hand before waiting a bit to take a sip out of it. Too hot. ”As long as we don’t leave now. I’d say you’d at least want to spend a couple of more days in Manuka before your next adventure.” He teased with a swift wink. ”I checked up on the Ellis after the radicals. No one has been hurt.” He wasn’t sure if she cared, but he thought she’d at least want to know. The radicals had been frightening. Weston himself had gotten into a fight. Nothing too bad, especially since there had only been really one bad fighter in the small group they had.

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He was that person that belonged with her no matter what, and even if jock friends had always protested just as much as her family had, Calla and Weston had always known what was more important, and the artist felt good that she had been the only person that Weston's friends had just have to accept was there. And she wasn't that girl who stayed out of their way just because they thought she was weird, because granted, she was weird. Definitely. In the firetamer's opinion, to be an artist meant you had to be a little nuts at least, or else you would never come up with your ideas. Sure, you didn't have to be Van Gogh crazy and cut off your ears or whatever, but creativity came with a prize; insanity. And honestly Calle did not really care what other people thought of her, she knew she had fun having sex on canvas in body paint and glow-in-the-dark body paint, just to see what that would look like, she had fun experimenting and no way it was gonna stop. She always guessed that her fear of commitments came with her desire for freedom. The girl wasn't crazy, when she looked around the big families, even her own, there were tons of people getting arranged marriages, it was just how things were, but Calla did not want to be part of that and knew that her family couldn't force her to be part of that. So far they hadn't tried either, which she felt glad about, because the firetamer had no clue what to do if her family truly kicked her out because she had broken the final rule, the last straw, all that shit. But arranged marriage wasn't something that was on her agenda, and her parents knew that better than anyone, so they hadn't even tried so far. Marriage and relationships weren't on her agenda anyways, because the girl was pretty sure it would be a poor guy to ever get married to her. She was far too feisty for men to handle, especially on a longer time base, and sometimes the girl wondered how Weston had been able to put up with her for this long. It was one of those 'tell me your secrets' things, and one of the things she had just accepted. Because being with Weston wasn't a commitment, it was friendship. And some would beg to differ that friendships are commitments too, but it was different. Friends did not expect as much of each other as people in a relationship did. Apart from that, Calla had been around Weston for so long, she wouldn't even know what to do without him. "Weston, you do realize sharks actually bite right?" The brunette said to mock him, as if he couldn't handle a couple of sharks. It was easy for her to say, with her firetaming skills, and sharks being water creatures, but hey, it was just joking. Calla would never be Ariel. She frowned a little when he continued about her at least telling when she left and shrugged her slim shoulders, shaking her head. "You know how I get when I leave, Weston. Things come to close, I panic, I just run away and when I'm away I can breathe and think properly again. I don't do it on purpose, it just happens." The tiny girl said, brushing a hand through her hair before taking a sip from her coffee, toying with her cigarette carton that laid on the table between her fingers. Then she saw the worried look behind his eyes and bit her lip, her hand reaching out to squeeze his, a smile gliding upon her lips again. "But I can handle myself, Weston. I might be small, but I'm not defenseless." She said with a wink, hinting to the fact that she had been doing martial arts since she was little and that she was good. Sure, she could not beat everybody since she was only tiny, but she could hold her ground. And Weston knew that, since she often playfully sparred with him. Even though Weston was way stronger than her, and she'd easily admit to that, Calla was tinier, faster, and she knew some mean dirty tricks, but Wes being a marinier knew them too, that was the downside. It was always just for god fun. "You've spent too much time in the army, Wes. Let the dogs be dogs, or at least make them something cool like the animal version of superheroes." The girl mocked him with a teasing grin, playfully glaring at him as he stole her cup, but hey again something she was used to. What was hers tended to be automatically his, and vice versa, so she didn't really care. Weston was one of the few persons who could touch her stuff without asking, because she trusted him with it. I mean, sure if he took something with him, sure, but then mention it to her so she knew it was gone, but apart from that, no asking involved. Calla had been a wanderluster ever since she could remember, or was old enough to just say 'fuck it' and leave. She didn't know what had been the first trigger to just pack her bags and flee, but at some point she just had. She couldn't imagine how badly Weston had freaked out the first time, but by now it was sort of a thing that happened regular. If Calla went missing you waited for a while to get a message, before getting worried. I mean unless you were Weston Patton and saw bears on the road everywhere. But Calla was a big girl and she could defend herself. Which is why she wasn't so worried about going to Vegas with Weston, because she could fight, he could fight, when they were drunk maybe a little less efficient than usual, but hey, c'est la vie. Calla laughed as he suggested she stayed here for some more time, shrugging her shoulders. "I'll leave when I have to, it'll be a surprise when I come to pick you up." She grinned, winking back at her best friend in the whole world. She knew that wasn't usually how this worked, but she didn't care. This was how Calla rolled, and sure, if Weston wanted to have this planned better, she'd sure do that for him, but only for him. The firetamer didn't like to be held down or things being decided for her, she left when she wanted to and came back when she felt ready. The only person who could get her to come back, was Weston. If he asked her to, she'd come. It had always been like that and Wes had hardly ever used that ability. She thought the only time was that time when he had struggled with his wife after coming back from the marines and the divorce, and even then he had had to hold her back to not stomp the fucking bitch on her face. Weston deserved so much better than that. "And how's your love life, Wes? Had any fun while I was gone?" The girl asked with wobbling eyebrows, because she probably knew the answer to that. Weston wasn't a hooking up guy, he was one for the relationships. But yet, she was curious. 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Who else was he able to have this kind of relationship with? No one, that’s right. Growing up with someone just made a whole different approach on things. They each saw each other in their best and their worse times. During the awkward stages and the uncertain stages. Experimenting and figuring things out when they were younger and older. There was a special type of bond that went along with that. Weston wasn’t afraid with her. Yes, that was it. He wasn’t afraid of running away and trying to figure out if they overanalyzed what he just said. That happened quite often. Being in completely different backgrounds felt like it would cause some type of strain. The only strain it caused was Weston wasn’t a huge fan of some of Calla’s friends. He was sure that she just gave her middle finger to some of his friends, if not all of them. Which was fine.

He looked at her for a moment like he had never heard that information before. What, sharks bite? After that, he got in his fighting stance, much like a boxer. Putting both fists up and suddenly bouncing on his toes, protecting his face and getting a tough look on his face. He also made sure that he flexed his muscles, as that was always a nice addition to whatever he did. ”Don’t worry. I’ll give them something they won’t forget. Mess with the Weston, you get the fists.” Jabbing at the air, fast, keeping his head ducked as if he were battling an invisible field. Then another grin came upon his face as he relaxed, swinging his arms down and looking at her. She really shouldn’t be expecting any different. For Weston, all foes could be dealt with in a manner, and he liked to use the manner of attack and look large and intense. There was nothing logical in his head when it came to speech. Especially when he was angry. First time seeing Calla after she disappear, he was furious. Now, he was just glad she was back.

Calla could have explained that a hundred times, and it would not make Weston feel any better when she left. He understood that she needed to do it. The man wasn’t really sure how it worked out for her, but if it made her feel better, that was all that mattered, wasn’t it? This time was just bad timing with the radical attack and stuff. He was pretty sure after that half of Manuka was thinking about packing up and leaving for good. Weston refused. In a way, that would just make the radicals accomplish the goal they were obviously trying to strive for. Kill a bunch of them and drive the rest out of town. If Weston was anything, he was a stubborn son of a bitch. ”I know what it does. But man, Calla,” But she went on telling about how she could defend herself. Girl was quick, he’d give her that. Bunch of nasty little moves too. For someone who fought more fair, it was hard to compete with her sometimes. Strength was no question, and that’s what scared him. What if there was several of them and she was by herself? She couldn’t run if she was surrounded. The thought made his chest heavy, papa bear coming out again. ”Yeah, that’s true… do you at least have some type of weapon? I mean, a sword might be a little much, and I don’t even know if they’ll let you on with that, but pepper spray? A knife? Maybe a piece of wood?” Didn’t it kill vampires? Or was that just a funny folk tale that the humans made up?

She mocked him. He mocked her right back. With a mirror smile taunting on his face, he crossed his arms and said, ”They’re on their way to that. But I didn’t want to ruin the surprise. Besides, there is no time to be real dogs! Training started as soon as they walked in my door.” Though he probably wasn’t going to mention how much the pair loved to go on his runs. Sometimes, they’d wake him up earlier to try to get him to go out earlier so they were able to go out and run longer. After a few shoves, they understood this was not the proper time to get Weston up. It’d be peaceful for the next few weeks the cycle started over again. It was exactly like having kids. Weston treated them as such. ”They don’t know what they want. Too young.” Despite the fact they were probably in their young adulthoods if they were able to be humans converted into dog years. It was what he was going to have to live with now. After all these years of not showing any signs of the potential to move on, he doubted it was just going to appear out of nowhere.

Oh good, a surprise road trip. That’s exactly what someone like Weston- who was completed and organized with his life as the military taught him to be- needed. He stared at her, ”But… how will I plan my schedule that way?” A serious question, as that was indeed important to him. He had clients! Work! Who was going to take care of the dogs while he was gone? Calla was up for it, and he was sure whether he had all of that figured out or not, she would drag him anyway. ”No knocking me out before we go. That’s my only rule.” Weston hated the feeling of doing that. Like blacking out. There were hardly times he drank that much because it bothered him. Someone like Weston liked control. Being able to control his thoughts and feelings. It was bad enough he couldn’t magically do it to someone else, but not being able to do with himself frightened him.

When she said love life, he sighed, and for some weird reason or another, a certain woman popped into his head almost at once. He pushed it away as fast as he could. Where did that come from? Sure, she was a pleasant woman and such, but he hardly knew her! Right? He had only seen her a couple of times. One while he was buzzed and she was making sure he wasn’t doing anything stupid. First time was actually saving her. He supposed of all the two meetings, those were pretty close bonding moments. They did click rather well. Still. ”Hooking up all over the place.” He teased, adding, ”Nothing new.” He partly lied. Nothing official, right? Looking at Calla, the words came out before he could stop them, not being able to ever lie to her successfully, ”Except this delightful woman, but we’re barely friends. You know?” Scratching the back of his head, suddenly nervous.

thanks to dub on the track