#30daychip

Klaus was a newcomer to their little group -- an absolute delight of a person that Cal had picked up...well...she wasn’t really sure where Cal had picked him up. But as Klaus had abilities and Cal’s mom was Deputy Headmistress of the leading (and only) school for mutants, she guessed it had something to do with that. 

Mira had loved him the moment she laid eyes on him and the fact that he could party just as hard (if not harder) than any of them only served to endear him more. Especially as he always seemed to be carrying. 

Like tonight. With the molly coursing through their veins, the world was a shiny shiny place. So shiny, that tripping over one’s own feet was waaaaay too easy. Even easier when she was in heels as high as hers.

          “You look like the bloody dog’s breakfast, mate...”

Slick skin, tremors in the hands, and wild eyes staring at empty space as he natters on like an old sarcastic maid. Damn bizarre.

My 30 day chip, my before and after, and then just me and my babygirl. She's definitely been my rock in all of this. Maybe one day I'll tell you the boring gruesome details that even got me back home to begin with.

As of right now, I'm just gonna go enjoy the self care and try and recharge.... no.... not try.. I'm gonna go recharge...

Callum smirked from where he was sprawled, head tilting back as he blew out a stream of smoke toward the ceiling. “Darling, you do have a way with words.”

Of course she meant ‘that other thing’. Besides, could you even give birds blow jobs? It’s not like they’re hopping about dicks out. Know what? Nevermind. She doesn’t want to know. Forget she ever brought it up.

Her throat, though, does concern her. It’s never hurt before. Not like this.