"My siblings, mostly," Calamity mumbled back, and looked down. He'd always wanted to poke a fish in the eye with his toe... But, that was a difficult task. "They think I'm annoying. Mostly because I'm always trying to take care of them, I guess."

( Aww, leave the fish alone. D8 )
( I don't want to upset people of other religions. >__> should I put 'Happy Holidays' In my signature instead? )

Claire nodded, thinking that over a minuite. What Calamity was going right now; he was taking care of her. She wanted nothing more then to give him a hug after realizing that, but that wasn't really appropriate right then. Plus, He was shirtless. And covered in pond water. So, instead, she thanked him: "Thanks for taking care of me, Calamity." She said, staring down at the water insted of looking at him.

( I've always wanted to poke a fish...
Also, yeah. o3o )

Calamity's head lolled to the side, and he gave Nicole a toothy grin. "No problem," he told her, pulling his legs out of the water and sitting with his legs crossed. "No problem at all. I guess it's in my nature to be a freak, but at least you don't mind it."

( Lol, shut up. )

Calamity looked down at the water, smiling a tight smile. "In love with Severin, huh...? My little brother?" he asked, wiggling his toes a little. No more fish to mess with above water, but, oh, well. "Well, good, 'cause our family is as freaky as it gets!" he exclaimed, laughing.

( You know you don't want me to. ;D )

In love.. Claire pondered it for a minuite, but then blinked back to reality. "I love that, too." She grinned, pulling her head away slowly.

( I don't. )

Calamity shook his head, but kept grinning. "Oh, no, you would definitely not if you knew us well," he said, and then looked away. "Severin's a quiet kid. And reserved. I don't think he's ever told the you the kinda stuff we get into." He shrugged.

( ;~; Aw. )

Claire narrowed her eyes, but quickly blinked then back to normal. "Like.. ?" She promped, silently waiting for his responce.

( o__o Wait. Whut? )

Calamity blinked his wide eyes, staring straight ahead, having realized that he'd probably made a mistake. "Euhm, I'm a...very reserved person, too," he said, and grinned at Claire. "C'mon, it's getting really dark. I should probably take you home now." he added, and stood, pulling on his clothes despite the fact that he was still wet from having jumped into the pond.

( LOOK AT THE ti
tle AND DIE.

DIETIEM. )

( xDD I was like, *eye widen* "OHSHIZZ, WHAT'S THIS UNDER!?" Lawlz. )

Calamity scoffed. "How do you expect to get an answer out of me?" he asked, checking his piercings again. All there; good. "I'm definitely not a squealer." He shot her a grin, and waved his hands over himself. "If I was, I wouldn't be a walking voodoo doll."

( And later, Calamity thinks: "...Does that even make sense?" )

"Well, you don't have to tell me about your family," Claire frowned. "but, I'd like it if you tell me about Severin." She thought she deserved to know.

( xDD Not. At. All. )

"Oh, Severin?" Calamity said, blinking. "Oh, well..." What could he tell her that Severin wouldn't try and rip his jugular out for? "I don't know. What do you want to know?" he asked. If she asked a dangerous question, he'd just dance around it. He was good at that.

( Not just avoiding a question; Calamity can dance. )

( YOU TOLD ME. ;n; )
( YAYY. FORR. DANCING. )

"I don't know." Claire shrugged, "Anything. I'm sure there's alot he's keeping from me, so.." She trailed off.

( xDD Agreed! )

Calamity tilted his head, his eyebrows knitting together. "Uhm... Our younger brother was killed," he said quietly, and then regretted it. Severin was going to cut his throat! "After he died, Severin wasn't the same anymore. He turned into a real, ah... Jerk."

( Claire is going to be pissed at Severin when he gets out. hrr. )

Claire's eyes went wide, and she felt herself tense up. Why hadn't he told her? "Wow," she breathed. "What was he like before?" She asked, curiosity flodding her tone.

( xDD I'VE GOT TEH PLANZ. )

"He was lively," Calamity answered, shrugging slightly. "Pessimistic, but definitely lively. He seemed like he had some sort of potential in him, like he could do something good with his life. I mean, he was always poetic. Daran liked to help him write poems all over the walls of their room, but he was crap at poems. He just wrote them, because Severin had pretty handwriting, and he had the sort of horror-style handwriting that would look awesome written in blood red."