from the womb to the tomb | claire & cal
Claire wasn't 110% committed to being at work that day, promptly hanging up on Toby after he refused to believe that Claire "had a little cold *cough cough*" Truthfully, Claire was still suffering from a hangover, a major lack of sleep, and it had been at least 37 hours since she had last seen her twin and that was far too long to go without seeing your other half, to be perfectly honest. So after sleeping until noon, downing a little hair of the dog, and taking a 45 minute minute shower which she promptly threw up in... She eventually made her way to her brother's cute little sex shop with takeout from down the street. "I could tell you were hungry," Claire placed the bag of food on the counter before turning and hoisting herself up on the counter as well. Most twins would tell you that there was no such thing as twins having the capability to say whether or not their other half was hungry or happy or sad without being in the same room, but Cal and Claire weren't most twins. Obviously. Claire smiled and patted his hair as he walked past before pulling the containers of Chinese out around her. "How's it going here?" The great thing about the other family business was that Claire never had to worry about Cal keeping or staying in business; for getting flack for taking another route. Business would always be good -- and he was so attractive, to boot! Claire flicked a piece of fried rice at his head.