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Lovely Mask on Her Breath || Callie & Caleb
Calhoun slipped her mask on over the bright red curls that fell on her shoulders, weaving through the crowd to the bar, unimpressed by the bright colours and people dancing. Surely if Caleb knew her, he would check the bar first. She downed a couple shots of whiskey, smiling, waiting on him.
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Cuddle with me ?
I brought chocolate ...?
Waddler.
Calhoun waddled into the apartment and shuffled out of her pants, leaving her sweater on. She'd been in her office for days, burying herself in work and sorting out codework for the base as if to push away the fact that she was getting sickly again. She let herself find cold medicine and hoped Caleb would come in, or that she would see him there. If not, sleep would be okay too.
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Calhoun plopped down on Caleb's couch and pulled a blanket around herself, sniffling a bit. "You know, I should move in. It's warm in here and cozy and there's nothing worth staying for in my apartment," she sighed, "And nobody to take care of me when I'm sick. I need a servant."
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I like to consider Caleb my father. He just makes me feel comfortable in a way my own father didn't make me feel. My household was always chaotic, alcohol reeked everywhere. Fighting constantly happened. Caleb makes me feel appreciated and cares for me like a son should be treated.
So..
This is the base," Calhoun scratched the back of her neck a little, nervously as they stood in front of the gates of the CIA. They'd landed from the flight and took the rental car that the team had left for her there, and now.. here they were. Checking in. Finally. "We got here a little late so we're probably gonna stay for about four days," she told him, as she walked through the gates with him, holding his hand.
She straightened up, walking a little taller, firmer as she held his hand as they went in. Immediately, heads were turned. They were all greeting her with smiles, and nods. Calhoun smirked, saying hi to all of them as she passed. Memories began to flash in her mind of everything before the circus, but she kept cool, making her way to her room in the personal quarters with Caleb. As they made their way, she could feel eyes on the both of them. They were probably all wondering as to what she was doing there with someone like him, someone who'd never been there before.
"103K," she said softly, looking up at the number on her old door, smiling a little. Lia. "This is it. This is where I grew up," Calhoun opened the door and dragged him in, seeing the tiled floor and queen-sized, white sheeted bunk-beds on which her and her partner slept, and Lia's blue bookshelf, and a box of all the flowers that she'd used to mark her books. Pictures of her and Lia lined the walls. It smelled like her, and the room remained untouched from when Cal had left.
Pick up the phone, Caleb.
Callie: *waits patiently*
