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Texts: Cal

Cordy: Sorry Scarecrow, you're tall get over it.

Cordy: It was either that or talk about your love life, seeing as I don't have one and at this rate never will.

Cordy: Ooooh hey I'll just talk to him about your love life? That's meaningless and he won't care or even listen and it'll stop me from telling him anything real or important.

Cal: I rather complain about it, thanks.

Cal: Please talk about my love life. I'm already having to deal with an issue and rather not have a stranger know about it.

Cal: Instead, ask if his last name is Fedorov.

#t: cordy

Texts: Cal

Cordy: He's like not as tall as you, you're freakish by the way, he's like three inches shorter maybe? But knowing my height that could be wildly inaccurate.

Cordy: I'm not a terrible liar... I'm just wonderful at being truthful. I don't think that's a flaw? It's a skill and a strength and ... yeah I told him about the Landlord blackmailing people.

Cordy: He's saying very little and I'm talking too much.. how do i Make that stop?

Cal: That's rude. I'm very sensitive about my height.

Cal: Uhuh. It's a flaw if you are dealing with underground things. Also, why would you do that?

Cal: Have you tried closing your mouth?

#t: cordy

Texts: Cal

Cordy: Um... like shorter than you but still tall?

Cordy: And looks maybe 25 or so... should I ask? I don't know the protocol for being shady. I mean I'm learning quickly but still.

Cordy: Blonde, cute-ish, super serious. Looks tired. But who doesn't?

Cal: Is he a little shorter than me or a lot?

Cal: You're doing fine. Just keep talking.Don't say anything about yourself, and lie.

Cal: Wait, you are a terrible liar. Don't tell whole truths.

Cal: What kind of things is he saying to you?

#c: cordy

Texts: Cal

Cordy: I'm walking with this weird Russian dude, not Levi, another guy. Seeing as you know everybody I figured I'd make sure I'm not being lured somewhere dangerous. His name is Mikal. Should I stop drop and roll the hell away?

Cal: Mikal? I know a few.

Cal: What does he look like? Age? Height?

Cal: give me all the dets you can.

#c: Cordy

annie-kane:

Annie noticed Cal pulled his phone out, assuming he was typing a message for her. She wished that the circumstances weren’t so complicated. She wanted to talk to him, but it made things more difficult for her. Keeping her eyes off him, she waited patiently for him to type his message.

As she read the text, she tried to keep her face neutral. She wasn’t mad at Brie at all. If anything, she was mad at herself for letting her feelings get this far. When she hung out with Cal, she thought she was relaxing and finally learning to be herself again. However, whilst doing that she also let her guard down and now she was in a situation she wasn’t ready to handle yet. Giving him a small smile, hoping she hadn’t hurt his feelings, she gently took his phone and began her reply. ‘It’s fine, don’t worry about it. I hate this cliché saying as much as the next person but: it’s not you, it’s me. It’s complicated, and it scared me a little bit when Brie told me how you feel and here’s a chance I feel the same way, but I really can’t act of anything. Not now. I’m not in the right place. I still like hanging out with you though, but it needs to be as friends.’

Calum watched her cautiously as she read of the message. He hated that he couldn’t read her in that moment. Hated that he couldn’t just talk to her, that he couldn’t hear the infliction in her voice, hated the fact that he couldn’t do anything for her but feed her words. She deserve more than just words.

He read over the message quickly, already formulating how he was going to respond. ‘I’m sorry that it scared you, but don’t at all blame yourself. I had no intention of telling you how I felt. Don’t get me wrong, I very much like you, but you deserve so much more than some deaf kid, who moves around too much. I’m not looking to start a relationship, I never was, I was, and still am, perfectly content with being friends with you. Please, ignore everything, and let’s just go back to how things were,?’

It was painful, but this was fine, not to mention what he wanted. He knew what ever it was that made her seem so scared all the time was still affecting her, and by no means, going to push her. And he didn't want her having to deal with someone like him.

#c: Annie

annie-kane:

As the person turned around, Annie felt her body react as she identified the ‘stranger’ as Cal. Wishing she had realised sooner, she wouldn’t have attempted to grab his attention by talking. Stupid, she scolded herself. She wanted to smile at him, and it was incredibly hard for her not to, but as soon as she saw him the texts from that girl popped straight into her mind. Also, her anxiety had been playing up thanks to the Landlord handing her number out to anyone who asked. Every time she received a text or phone call, she waited hours before checking who was trying to get into contact with her.

Instead of smiling and properly greeting him, Annie simply gave him a nod, handing his card over to him. She liked Cal, she really liked him. He was calm, kind and considerate. Someone anyone would be lucky to have, but Annie had way too much baggage that she was unwilling to deal with at the moment. She didn’t want to be sending him the wrong message, even if that was a message that she wanted to send.

There was no attempt for a conversation as Cal gently took his card from her. Not that he could start one, at least in the normal sense. He watched her, studied her, she was not herself. She wore no smiles like the ones he was accustomed, and seemed more withdrawn, and he soon came to the conclusion that his suspicions were right. Brie had contacted Annie, against his wishes.

Calum placed his groceries on the conveyor, and pulled out his phone. This was his fault and he needed to apologized. Slowly, as if he was trying not to scary her, Cal showed her the phone. ‘Someone I know messaged you, and for that I am sorry. I told her not too but she had gotten in her had that she needed to play matchmaker. But please don’t be mad at her, she was only doing what she things was a good idea, rather I’ll accept the blame. Had I been more firm with her on leaving you alone, she wouldn’t have bothered you.’ He wished to be normal. No just about his disability but his life as well. Had he been born with a normal life and, well, normal, this situation would be different. That being said, he made a mental note to talk to Brie about the importance of privacy.

#c: annie

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“Excuse me…” Annie mumbled as she bent down, picking up the card that just fell from the person in front of her’s pocket. “Sorry, excuse me,” She repeated, hoping to get their attention. As they turned around, she felt her anxiety spike. God, she needed to get over this. “Is this yours?” She asked, showing them the card, knowing full well that it belonged to them.

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Calum twiddled his phone is his hands as he stood in line at grocery store, tired and ready to pay for his food. He was once again jet lag, but this was nothing new and nothing he couldn’t happen with a home cooked meal and some sleep. A lot of sleep. Checking over his things, notice he forgot to grab bananas and turned to check the line behind him, stopping short as he saw that someone was holding something out to him Annie.

He stared at her, Brie’s text ringing in his ear (pun intended). He wondered if his suspicions were real, that Brie really contacted the Woman in front of him or if he was just being paranoid. Cal pointed at the card she was holding out then at himself, quietly asking if it was possibly his.

#c: Annie

cordelia-sweetheart:

Still rag tag, She signed, mimicking his hand movement for the slang term and hoping she’d translated it right in her mind and signed it back correctly. I tried to have them play hospital emergency room, but they weren’t into it? Apparently not all kids are fascinated by medicinal practice? She joked, though as a kid she had been, if only because it as most of what she spent her time around. Her hands wavered by her side for a moment, I want you to help me find my dad. That’s the whole reason I came here and the Landlord guy has gone silent, so it’s all a dead end. But i still want answers from him. Please, Cal?

Cal was quick to fix her hands as she copied him. He sometimes forgot that she wasn’t as fluent at him, and that she had only just learned. Yeah, sorry to say. You’re not only weird one. Speaking of medicinal practice, how was Emma? She was sick the last time I saw her. It might be weird for a grown man to say his friends where half his age, maybe not even that younger, but he had them. Your dad? Calum paused, he wanted to help. He really did, yet he had a feeling this would only bring her pain. I’ll help you find him, but only if you are really sure. What’s is name?

#c: Cordy

kori-huang:

“Oh my god, I’m out. I went to the store and I was on my way back and I stopped to help someone, calm the eff down. I’ll be home soon.” She hung up the phone promptly. “Sorry,” She said, staring down at the phone. “My roommate is… a pain in the butt.”

There was no room to argue as Kori hung up. Leaving a poor Levi standing somewhere in the middle of a grocery store, not knowing what he should get for dinner. She didn’t even give him a chance to ask.

Calum nodded towards the girl, not really paying attention. Not to mention, her staring down at her phone made it difficult to read what she was saying. Calum reached up, and patted her head gently. Was that strange to down? Or was it comforting? He was going to plan his lack of understanding on jet lag, regardless of the fact that he had time to adjust.

#c: Kori

cordelia-sweetheart:

Well I’m happy help on your little mission to civilize him then. She laughed at him, You look like the prettiest princess. Actually, while you were gone, some kids came by asking where the tall man who plays knights and dragons with them was. They had to settle for me.

She wrung her hands nervously, taking the time to find the words and how to sign them, So… I have something I wanna ask you.

Really? And how was my favorite rag tag group? Did they make you be the dragon as they rescued Princess Emma? He missed those kids, and sadly he wasn’t able to hangout with them as much as he did before. Thomas had him running around all the time as of late, not that he minded much. It allowed him to travel the world.

You seem nervous. Is everything okay?

#c: cordy

Text: Open

Brie: You're just as stupid as Thomas.

Brie: Whoops, my fingers slipped. You're welcome.

Calum: What did you do?

#t: brie

kori-huang:

She wasn’t sure what the sign meant, but the smile on his face told her that it wasn’t a bad sign. “Um, do you need anything else?” She asked, unsure of what to do now that her impromptu job was done. Then her phone buzzed again, and she pulled it out of her pocket, “What?” She asked, the smile gone from her voice. “What do you want?”

Calum shook his head at the woman, tilting his head at her as he watch annoyance wash over her features once more. “Where are you?” Levi demanded over the phone. Levi had no problems with her going out, if she would tell him when and where she was going. It was almost like she didn’t realize people were after them. Then again, it wasn’t like he really told her about the school and its shit rules. Calum played with the bandage, deeming the task of reading her lips at the moment to be intrusive.

#c: Kori

cordelia-sweetheart:

Cordy sighed, feeling slightly indignant, but feeling that if Cal was speaking for a friend she might meet, it was better to get those feelings out here with her friend than anywhere else. Well, no, but I was brought up with an absentee, unknown father, and a dying mother, so I know quite a bit about weakness, and I know something about having people actually see that weakness instead of being too ‘tough’ to hide it. She sighed, audibly, groaning almost theatrically so that Cal could see, But if you’re worried about me giving your friend a chance, don’t be, I know how to deal with difficult people, after all. She added a smile, as her fingertip jabbed into his ribs. She then went to the garden and found a carnation, one she’d grown all on her own, and tucked it behind his ear.

Cal bite his tongue, or at least his mental tongue to keep himself from saying anything. He knew about Cordy’s past, and he was glad that she was able to grow from it, and though her mother had died, she was not surrounded by death like Levi was. It was not something she was molded to do. Thank you, I like to believe that the more people he meets that are like you the closer he is to becoming a real person and not someone who only sees the darkness in people, he signed flinching as she jabbed him, smiling at her when she tucked a flower behind his ear. Do I look like a pretty princess?

#c: Cordy

Text: Open

Brie: He does his best to, and you could help Annie too.

Brie: Hey! Don't call him an idiot to my phone or face unless you want to get slapped.

Brie: Um you're deaf and we've been talking successfully to the point where I've sassed you as much as I've ever sassed my closest friends, so no it's not a burden or difficult.

Brie: I've got issues, does that mean I don't deserve love and stuff? No. It doesn't. And if you think it does, you're wrong.

Brie: But regardless, why don't you give her the chance to decide what she needs. You're not her parent or her guardian, you have no right to make that choice for her.

Calum: Okay, mom.

Calum: Still not gonna do it doe.

Calum: I have my reasons, and though you will not understand them. know I am doing them out of her best interest.

Calum: I am not selfish enough to bring her into a world that will just cause her more pain. Though, I do not know her past, it is clear that she has suffered. It would be cruel for me to bring her anymore pain. You of all people should know the kind of people, the kind of life we lead. This is not a place for the kind-hearted.

Calum: Please, respect this.

#t: brie

cordelia-sweetheart:

Everyone’s life is hard. Cordy said, not meaning it in a rude or dismissive way, So I understand, she added quickly, trying not to take it personal that the man she’d never met would hate her. She didn’t want to push the subject further, settling for knowing that if she ever met Levi in person, it was probably best to approach with respect and reserve. Not only are our plants alive but they’re flourishing, you’re welcome by the way, so turns out I am an amazing gardener, and a fast learner to boot!

You weren’t brought up thinking that everyone was the enemy and friends were a weakness you couldn’t afford, but I said too much. I’m not going to defend him, there’s still a lot he has to work on, but he is getting there. He bit back a frown. He knew Levi was a hard man to like, and perhaps he shouldn’t have opened with ‘he would hate you,’ but the thing was it wasn’t hate. It was suspicion. Lucky for us then. I would say something like ‘I’d to have to pull your weight’ but I wouldn’t have minded.

#c: Cordy

Text: Open

Brie: Nothing helps me sleep at night.

Brie: I didn't mean that as dark as it sounded...

Brie: Oh jeez, you've taken one too many lessons from your boss. Ask Thomas how insisting things were "Better how they are now" worked for him.

Calum: I'm sure Thomas can help you with that.

Calum: Ill referred to one of my past texts: Thomas is an idiot.

Calum: I'm saying its better because I don't want to force her into anything, special there is nothing there. I'm also deaf, which in itself, will only burden her. Not to mention I move a lot. I mean just last week I was in Rome.

Calum: She needs someone who's a lot more stable.

#t: brie

kori-huang:

Gingerly, she tied the bandage around his hand, even placing a small kiss on his hand once she was done. She felt her phone vibrate in her pocket and took it out, sighing at the name she already knew would be displayed on the caller ID. She hit ignore and stuffed it back into her purse. “Fucking stalker.” She groaned, turning her attention back to the man. “All better.” She said changing her grimace to a smile.

Calum frowned at the sudden change in demeanor. He had no ideas as to why, or what caused the changed, only that it had something do with whoever messaged her. He pulled his lips quickly to form a smile when she turned her attention back to him. Without much thought, Cal brought his left hand to his chin, moving it forward. A sign for ‘Thank you.’

#c: Kori

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