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10 because crackers, you a good Alice. One of my favorites and one the best!

(Th-Thank you...I'm glad you like my Alice. /fidgets.)

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I want the K

21: Then there’s tongue 

☠— Calin honestly didn’t know why Gilbert insisted on coming over if all he was going to do was complain about Calin’s bad habits and health. The raven was just walking around the mortician’s study and talking about how he should be able to take care of himself and that he’s a grown man and should act like it. It made Calin want to toss him out of the window, to be frank. But of course, even if given the chance, he wouldn’t because that could seriously harm the other man and he didn’t want to cause his raven pain. “Gilbert,” He calls, watching him continue to pace about his study and gripe and moan about Calin not taking proper care of himself. “You sound like my mother…”

"I feel like your mother!" That’s disturbing. "You’re 24, you should be able to take care of yourself!" The Raven exclaimed, coming to stand in front of the Grey’s desk as he crosses his arms over his chest. "You need to eat something! It’s almost eight o’clock at night, and you mean to tell me you haven’t eaten all day? Don’t complain when you get sick!" And with that, Gilbert walked around the mortician’s desk and glared down at him, watching him lay his head on his arms and groan. "Calin! Are you listening to me? I’m talking to you! Why should I bother coming over if all you do is argue with me or ignore me? Maybe I’ll go talk to Xavior, instead," He huffed, irritation building.

"Gil, I can take care of myself, I just choose not to most of the time. Maybe I should start to keep you from bitching so much?" That only earned a scoff and a glare from Gilbert, causing Calin to roll his sapphire hues. This was getting ridiculous, his head was pounding and he was in a foul mood; which Gilbert wasn’t helping. "My head hurts, can you be quiet? And you started this whole fiasco," Calin mumbled, laying his head on his arms before hearing Gilbert walk around his desk. "How can I not listen? You’re being so noisy," He groaned. How to shut a chattering Raven up?

"Gil," He’s getting irritated now. Why couldn’t Gilbert just sit and watch him work and be quiet like he usually does? "Gilbert…!" He raises his voice a little but Gilbert is obviously not listening and has turned on his heel to leave. Calin would rather him not go off and complain to his little brother about him. So without a word, the mortician stands to his feet and grabs Gilbert by the wrist which made the raven jerk ‘round and glare. Before he could yell at Calin though, black gloved hands clamped around the other male’s waist and he was pulled into the mortician. "Shut up," A hot whisper before cool, pale lips pressed themselves against warmer ones.

Shocked might not even be the right word for Gil to explain his feelings right now. Normally, after fighting with Calin if he’d do this, Gilbert would push him away but it was obvious in his tone that Calin wasn’t wanting to fight, just to have Gilbert do what he asked which wasn’t a hard task. It still didn’t keep his face from flushing at the sudden contact though.

As the two stood there in Calin’s study, lips locked and arms tangled, he felt a sense of relief and warmth wash over him. The mortician worked in a morgue all day, and it had to be freezing down there to keep the bodies from rotting. And so having Gilbert (who was rather warm compared to the other male) so close to him made a slight shiver go down his spine. How one could be so deliciously warm was beyond him, but he wouldn’t dare complain. The funeral director decided to take a risk, push the limits if you will. His tongue gently ran itself across the raven’s lower lip, silently asking for entrance and was followed by a light nip. To his surprise, Gilbert parted his lips just enough for Calin to sneak his tongue inside the warmth of the others mouth. He tasted wonderful, like tobacco and coffee; a delightful mixture. He allowed himself to explore a little longer, running his tongue over Gilbert’s a few times before he pulled away with a light huff of a pant.

After realizing exactly what had happened, Calin felt his cheeks heat up some and he just kind of stared down at the raven. “…” What are words?

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//ooc: SIMONA! WHY DIS? THOSE TAGS ON THE EDIT OF VINCENT YOU REBLOGGED. NO. MY HEART...*Curls up into a ball to sob*

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"Enough with this nonsense. I have no time playing your games with you, Gilbert."

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//ooc: SOMEONE GO OUT WITH CALIN? xD Yay for Calin's new voice claim! It's a guy on youtube called Ashestoashesjc

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Somewhere, in an alternate universe...

Gil: *Sings in a whisper while doing chores* Hey, I just met you. And this is craaazy; but here's my number. So call me maybe~?

Asha: *Slams her book shut* For the love of-!

Asha: Gil, I will /kill/ you! Don't tempt me.

Gil:

Asha:

Calin: It's hard to look right..at ya baaaaabyyy~!!

Asha: *Throws her book and hits Calin in the face*

Calin: akjfsgl!

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//ooc: I need to start on Simona's Gilin fic and I also have an idea for a Gil and Xavior fanfic. I got the idea while reading a Gil x Vince fanfic last night, but Gil and Xavior will be platonic because if they did anything, Calin would rip Gilbert's balls off and shove them down his throat. uwu

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//ooc: I'll re-save all Calin and Xavior's icons later. Now, I need to finish my schoolwork and try to write immortalbaskerville a Gil x Calin drabble. She's got a broken wrist, so maybe some heart warming, fuzzy fluff will take her mind off the pain. uwu Can't have my baby sister go through it without any means of help.