House Call
@mp-callum @mp-ryo
Finally the long day at the hospital was over. Camazotz never complained, and today was no different. He felt fulfillment from doing his work at the hospital which was more than when he was working in Xibalba. But even there, he had never been one to complain or feel disdain about his work. He did what needed to be done and then enjoyed his free time. That’s how he had always been. This week had been perticularly busy though, a bit like a rollercoaster as he had many very different tasks to handle and guide at once. Director Sun had done his part though, as Caça expected from him, and so everything had gone smoothly. Now, it was time for some relaxation.
He hadn’t been able to visit Babylon for a little bit now, nor any other partners. And so he had previously set an appointment for the end of this week so he could really enjoy it and almost reward himself with it. This time though he had asked for the appointment to be a house call. He never really made use of the service before but he had enough trust in Cal, his recent choice from Babylon, that it would be fine. And honestly, after the week he simply wanted to enjoy a night at home with someone who’d be able to help him relax and relax with him. He was on his way to his home now, where Cal was probably waiting for him already. It had been a long work day so it was about 8.30 in the evening when he had left for home. The apartment in the Mayan complex that he had carefully decorated over the years. It mostly had brown hues with tints of purple and red. Most of the items in the apartment were gifts from old lovers. He wasn’t much of a collector of anything really himself, but he kept items that had been given to him. Along with those was his furniture consisting of mostly oak wood, bulky but sophisticated pieces and patterned rugs. Like with anything his furniture also was carefully picked by him. For the sitting furniture and his bed his demands were that it had to be comfy and soft first of all, and not too simple and modern. As such the pieces were all in line with the rest.
When it was 9pm Camazotz finally arrived to his apartment, putting in the new pincode to his door which he had changed it to for that day. The occassion that Cal was going to be inside before him meant he had changed the code in the morning and was going to change it back later after he had left. As he entered he heard his cuckoo clock sound a last time to sign that it was indeed 9pm. The god untied and then took off his shoes, leaving them in a little shoe cabinet by the door. With his jacket over his arm, long and confident strides he walked through the hall into his living room where he was to be greeted by hopefully Cal.