𝕎𝕆𝕃𝕍𝔼𝕊 .

. ▌ caleb. thirty. librarian. . ▌

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pepper-chase:

Pepper crossed her arms over her chest, leaning her head back on the shark that was positioned behind her. Her foot was starting to fall asleep, but her leg was in the only position that kept her hip comfortable. And whatever was on TV was super fucking annoying. “I want Olympic gymnastics back. Why can’t they do it every year? –Can you change the channel to something that at least sucks less than this?” 

Caleb was standing close to the couch the entire time but not yet making his presence known--he was observing the television without much interest, the news cramping up things that made him want to return to the office already. With his hands in his pockets, he gave the blonde a brisk glance after she finished speaking. He chimed in, suddenly. “It’s not that bad. What’s wrong with it?”

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anitahoward:

“It was wrong of me to assume that your compassion might be spread to your sister’s ex-girlfriend.” She bit her lower lip. Nita wanted to cry more, have someone rub her back.. Have Heather rub her back, stroke her cheek.. She just wanted someone to be kind to her for a moment. “I know this is your office, but could I please borrow it for a minute? I can’t go out there with my makeup running.”

“Like I said, I’m just here to make sure Samantha’s alright, nothing else,” he added the last part just to soften the blow. Sam was the main focus here, he didn’t feel the obligation or temptation to connect with anyone else. Though he did feel bad for Nita; that kind of sensation that he felt when he was learning to step away from his sister after seeing her red-faced on the floor instead of helping her up; there was nothing else he could do. It was easier to talk to this girl the first time because she was more composed back then, but now he just wanted to flee. “Sure.” He stepped away from his table. “Try not to take too long, though. A lot of people are going to barge in for those stickers soon. Are you sure you don’t want me to call someone?”

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dallongrey:

The hesitation that plagued this entire conversation made her wonder if the intestinal blockage/ischemic stroke/arteriosclerosis/festering wound/secret was somehow related to gay things. Maddie seized up, got quiet and tense when things went in that direction– but why would he? Dallon had to keep her eyebrows still and contain a crooked smile when he shifted around, coughed awkwardly. She’d taught herself to remain serious when she was this hopeful to dig out some answers. “Ah. You know, some research is beginning to indicate that true heterosexuality doesn’t exist,” She broke back into a wide smile. “Just kidding. Well, not kidding, that’s for real, but I’m just messing with you.” Kind of. “That’s nice of you to stand back, though. Let it be for who it’s supposed to be for.” She snorted at the pause. “Totally.” She stopped to plaster a few stickers on a door, smacking them a few times for good measure. 

“What research?” True heterosexuality? He recalled his father and his collagues often spewing nonchalant remarks about how it was the only true sexuality and most others were either something chiseled out of the stress to defy what was ordinary or a loose-crooked screw in one’s design; and what Heather was, was just a part of her whole rebellion schtick; of course Caleb was a lot less ignorant and disagreed with those, never knowing if those comments were serious or just a bait to lure reactions---but to hear a confession that heterosexuality was actually nonexistant bewildered him just as much. When she admitted she was only messing with him, his shoulders relaxed just a tad--but the hovering, taken-back reaction seemed to stay for a few seconds. “I see. I’ve never heard of that before.” He nodded his head, fixed the front of his top while she began to smack the stickers. He rose an eyebrow. “You’re enthusiastic,” he observed, bending down to take a few stickers, hopefully the sexuality topic wouldn’t linger too much; it made him tempted to abandon her, no matter how intrigued he was. “Um. Which flags do I--you--need to put up again?”

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anitahoward:

“Heather and I aren’t friends anymore.” Nita wiped underneath her eyes. “You’re not as kind as her. I don’t mean for that to be offensive, but I assumed.. Sam seemed a lot like Heather, but you don’t.”

Caleb only shrugged at the confession. Heather not being able to make her people stick around wasn’t news to him. “We’re all different. Samantha is the kind one, but very closed off. Heather is an attention--seeker. Me? I’m just here to do my job, and make sure Samantha is doing alright. If there’s one thing that Heather and I truly share, it’s the duty to ensure our little sister is safe.” He gave her a brisk glance. “Is that why you broke down? You thought I was like them?”

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lostlife-lilith:

“She has the time, it is myself that has run out…” Lilith sighed, shaking her head softly as she thought about it.

“I’m sorry?” He asked, tilting his head, still not really able to comprehend what was implied in her words. “Are you sick?”

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dallongrey:

Dallon wanted to poke just a little. His silences and quiet, somewhat muted replies made her wonder what was happening inside. A rigid abdomen meant there was blood under the surface, drowning the organs and killing the patient. A tiny bit of redness, itching, and swelling could indicate a huge infection destroying the tissue just beneath it. There was so much that seemed to be stuck within, like when her sister started to say something and stopped, scratched at her wrist. She wanted to remove the obstruction, let whatever he had trapped flow freely, but it wasn’t that simple. She’d wait. “Am I– gay?” She grinned, finding his pause somewhat amusing– and interesting. “Somewhat. I’m actually bi. What about you?”

Her grin made the hairs on the back his neck stood, alarmed; like seeing instead of hearing Samantha’s unanswered question about where he had been the past few years, or Heather’s mischievous one before she went ahead to clock a cock; but Dallon’s was more protruding, as there were an actual bulb popping as she looked at him, her brain sticking out in bright lights. Caleb shifted his weight from one leg to another, then repeated it, coughing into his fist and attempting to maintain a neutral expression. The question wasn’t helping either. “I’m--straight.” Or so he tried to convince himself, as if he hadn’t looked at a man for a little long before his marriage, as if Chris patting his face hadn’t flustered him a bit too much. “Which is why I’m not really participating. Just helping. I think. Are you ready?” He paused again, “to decorate.”

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vglycherries:

All throughout his life, Chris had been this way - he got into people’s hair, pushing their limits and getting on their last nerves. But he couldn’t help it; he had to fight for attention when he was younger, and he’d accept it in any form, even if it was negative attention, and it all carried over into adulthood. “No, now I gotta stay and make you quit being grumpy.”

He was attempting his best to quaff his emotions; he reminded Caleb of his sisters, when they were younger and still not knowing much of personal boundaries and doing that only because they’d never known how to get close to someone without being barked at. He didn’t enjoy being reminded of those nights. “Leave.” He grunted, wanting to push him away if he could--but that’d be stooping on his level. “I’ll call a guard if you don’t.”

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anitahoward:

“She wasn’t my real mother. She adopted me. She didn’t want me after her husband passed away.” Nita kept her eyes down. “I didn’t live with her when I was a teenager, but it still feels weird. I was a foster child, but now I’m officially an orphan.” Nita nodded. “Heather never spoke about her.. I’ll be fine.” While she spoke, her eyes sent tears running down her cheeks. “I’m sorry.”

Caleb was silent the whole time; the reason why he brought up his mother was because he wanted to divert his attention away from this topic, but then Nita opened another floodgate and he felt the urge to just slip away from there. He’d feel bad for leaving her, but he honestly didn’t know how to respond to this. “I’m sorry.” He mumbled again. “Because she’s the one being affected the most. Are you sure you’re alright?” He stood up, straightened his top. “I’ll call someone. You’re obviously not well enough to do work.” He paused. “Do you want me to find Heather? She sleeps here sometimes.”

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does your wife make your crotch dance the way nita could

“Yeah. That’s why we’re expecting a child. I’d like you to not disrespect my wife like that ever again.”

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uh you gonna hit that howard booty

“She’s beautiful, but I have a wife and I’m living a happy life with her.”

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lostlife-lilith:

Lilith nodded slowly, there was so way that she was going to be free any time soon, Glendale was purgatory of lost souls. “Extremely doubtful…Most doctors here have an ignorance for my ailment…Thinking they can just cure death” she shrugged gently. 

He raised an eyebrow, purely in confusion. By curing death he figured she’d lost someone dear to her. “It just takes time.” Was all that he could say.

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anitahoward:

“We weren’t.” Nita was playing with her thumbs, she only lifted her head when he shared something about himself. “Oh. I’m sorry about that. Is she going to be alright?” She didn’t feel very prideful anymore and removed the stickers from her cheeks.

“Oh, alright. That’s good.” He figured it would hurt a lot less if they weren’t even close, he’d only learned the concept of loss from apology letters and news he received at work, afterall.  “I’m not sure, though father and I have continuously supplied her with what is needed for the medication over there. So, I’m sure she’ll be alright. She just misses the family.” He tilted his head, watching from the corner of his eyes. “Do you need a time off? I’ll find someone to take over your place for the rest of the day if you like.”