( Ohhh. ;n; Poor Kenny.
"Hey, look who's hereee!"
Kenny: "Stan!?"
It's not Stan. :C STAN, YOU'RE GONNA BE TOO LATE. D8 KENNY'S GONNA DIEEE. )

Calamity laughed. "Don't ask me," he told her with a soft chuckle. "I just said eigthy because it was on the tip of my tongue." He brushed some of the glue onto the wall, and then pulled a ladder out from the closet as well. "I leave everything in Severin's closet." he added with a laugh.

( Guy from the Wish Come True Foundation: "I know, I'll bet you'd like to meet Madonna, huh?"
Kenny: -mumbling-
Guy: "What was that?"
Kyle: "He said Madonna is an old, anorexic *censored* who wore out her welcome years ago and that now she suddenly speaks with an British accent and she thinks she can play guitar and she should go *censored* herself."
Madonna: Should I come in now?
Guy: Um, not quite yet.

xD )

( KENNY ALWAYS DIESSS. )
( xD I just realized that they meant Madonna. Like, the actress or singer or whatever she does. xD )

Claire smiled, doing the same as Calamity, brushing glue onto the wall. "But, seeing how good you are at removing the wallpaper and putting it back up, I'm guessing a lot." She grinned at him.

( Dammit, I swear I replied to this. :U )

Calamity rolled his eyes with a smile. "Whatever," he said, climbing up onto the ladder with some wallpaper. Randomly, he said, "Severin's only a bit shorter than me," He pressed the paper against the wall. "We almost meet eye-to-eye... And not in that way. Like, in height. Not in beliefs or any way like that."

( ;n; )

Claire bit the inside of her cheek for a minuite. Obviously, Calamity knew more about Severin then she did, so she didn't want to say something stupid. "From what I can tell, he doesn't have any beliefes." She said, holding in a sigh. She kept painting glue on to the wall.

Calamity gave Claire a sorry look. "Well," he said with a sigh. "At any mention of religion, Severin would tense up and get all angry. That's why his history teachers and anyone else who might have to mention religion are very, very careful. Last thing that happened was that Severin threw over his desk and stormed out of the room. And that was...earlier this year." He sighed. "Anything you try and tell him, he thinks is a bunch of baloney. Then he labels you a insult-insulting-word-here for a while, convinced that you were trying to feed him lies."

( That's actually what he said. )

( Orlynaow? ;o; )

Claire just shrugged, shaking her head. Again, she didn't want to say something stupid. "I guess that isn't going to change, huh? He seems really stubborn. He's stubborn to me, so." She c huckled. Yes, she looked really stupid, but she didn't care.

( ...It was supposed to be "insert-insulting..." )

"That's the kind of person he is," Calamity said with a sigh. "Stubborn. And a jerk. I've always wanted to smack him upside the head and tell him he's an idiot, but," He shrugged. "I don't think it would even work. He'd just smack me back. And then we'd end up wrestling each other to the ground." Calamity looked down, a small smile coming to his lips. Like normal brothers, they would. They weren't very normal, though.

( We need...a huuuge time skip. )

( Lolol. Mkayy. I'll start. eue )
( I'll say it was, like. A month later rather then 2 weeks. To pa.ss more time. )

Claire woke up early on her birthday, but not because she wanted to. Because everyone wanted to tell her happy birthday at 6 o'clock in the morning.

In the past month, everything changed and then didn't change again. She hardly ever left her room now, her grades fell, she quit volleyball (Well, thats what she told her mom. She was actually kicked out because she hardly ever showed up.), she didn't talk much, and she cried. A lot. She was still being overly-dramatic about Severin's absence, and she didn't care. She was upset, and that was the only way she knew how to deal with it.

The only emotions she had felt were the split second when she smiled when she talked with Calamity over the phone or text, and she had gotten pissed when her mother yelled about her tattoo, which was healed now.

If things had gone differently, she would be with her boyfriend right now. But she had promised herself that since she couldn't spend it with him, she wouldn't spend it with anyone, so she stayed home from school.

( Gahh. This was just letting you know what she's a depressed, sad little freak without him, lololol. But, other than that, there really wasn't a point to this post. o___o Just to start. Woo. 8D )

--Posted from PALM pixi

( xD )

Calamity was the kind of guy who would walk into a friend's house unannounced, act perfectly normal about it, and maybe later watch you while you retrieved a spare key to your house. Later, he'd take the key and let himself in, whether there was someone home or not. But, he was perfectly honest, and a good kid, so he never stole or anything like that. Only thing was, when someone who wasn't familiar saw him sitting on their couch, flipping through TV channels nonchalantly, they would often freak. He was thoroughly tattooed and pierced all over, his eyes were practically that of a racoon's, his hair was crazy (he loved it that way), he mostly wore black and a pair of combat boots. If not combat boots, then knee-high, completely black Converse. They looked like combat boots. When he felt like being stared at funny in public, he wore a long black coat that went out like a cape.

It was really no surprise that Calamity walked right into Claire's house, holding something he'd put a cover over in one hand, carrying a bunch of matches in his mouth, and a bag or two in the other hand. He stopped when he didn't see Claire. He went to her room, dropping the things he'd been carrying along the way, save for the matches.

"Uhmm," Calamity opened the door to her room and stood in the doorway, blinking. He started speaking, then held up a finger and spit out the matches he'd had in his mouth into his hand. "Er, happy birthday." he said, smiling.

( Aww. eue He's so cute. Kinda. )
( Also, my mother took my phone away for right now. o___o I'll get it back later, if you still want to call me. She got a detailed bill with the numbers I've been texting, and I've gotten 861 messages from you. eue )

Claire thought it was a family member, so she didn't even look up until she heard his voice. For some reason, his voice had been the most comforting to her the past four weeks. "Heeyy!" She practicly chirped, standing up, walking over quickly and wrapped her arms around him. Normally, she hugged people around their necks, but those two were so tall, she couldn'y. Actually, it was kinda funny. "Thanks." She said, her eyes bright and her lips twisted into a smile.

( eue I'm win. For sending so many text messages.
I wonder if that'll happen to me. o___o
And, I agree, he is cute. o3o )

Calamity hugged Claire back with a grin. "No problem, sweetheart," he said, and gave her a kiss on the head. Once people were comfortable with him, he gave them kisses on the head. It was just a habit he had gotten into when he was a bit younger. "I have a surprise, so you stay in the bedroom and count to one billion, 'kay?" He spoke in his usual cheery tone, and pulled back from the hug to smile down at Claire.

( Dude, wth. I have 861 from you, but I've only sent 798 to you. o___o Hoooww? )

Claire frowned, plopping back down on the bed. She had told Calamity she didn't want anything, so she didn't know to be happy that he did. Upset? Mad? She was fine with happy. She stared, "One, Twooo," In a playful time, a smirk on her face.

( I talk more. xDD
Especially because of the story, yo. )

Calamity stumbled over a bag he'd left by the doorway, and scowled at it, about to curse whoever left it there, then he realized he'd been the one to do it. Blinking, he picked up the bags he'd left, and dumped the contents out.

"I don't know what the hell girls like," he mumbled to himself with a smile, "but she looks pretty, so I'm guessing she likes pretty things." He put up the banner he'd bought (traditional "Happy birthday!" banner) and licked the back of the stars he'd bought, which would stick if you licked the back, like postage stamps. He pulled off the cover of the cake he'd gotten ("Hooray for custom cakes!" he'd exclaimed at the market, earning a few weird looks from people who wouldn't expect such an exclamation from someone who looked like a vampire) and stuck a few candles in it.

Random places, of course. He didn't give a *censored* about how old Claire was turning, because it didn't matter. What mattered was that it was the anniversary of her birth, not that she was turning eighteen...or whatever. The cake was pretty, white with blue trimming and pink flowers. It also had ice cream in the middle, because he loved ice cream cake. The top read "Happy birthday, yo." which he'd written himself in fancy sc
ript.

The perks of being skilled with permanent ink, needles, and human skin. When he was finished decorating, he called with a hand cupped over his mouth, "If you haven't reached one billion yet, congratulations, you're not, like, forty! Now get your butt out here!"