Claire walked out slowly, grinning and blushing. When she saw what he did, she just plain smiled, still blushing. She walked over and hugged him again, "I love you," Claire chuckled, "I mean.. you know what I mean." She chuckled, turning back around, looking at the cake and chuckled at what it read. She counted the candles on the cake, twelve, thirteen, fourteen... Fourteen. That was a nice number, she liked it. "Thank you, Calamity. This is the sweetest thing anyone's ever done for me." She smiled.

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Calamity hugged Claire back, and laughed at her a second later. "Yeah, I know what you mean," he said, and then mussed her hair. "Lots of people love me, it's okay. I'm lovable, that's your excuse." He poked his tongue out at her, and added, "I'm glad you like it."

He looked at the cake. "Might as well blow out the candles and crap now, right?" he asked with a smile, and got out the matches he'd been holding earlier. Calamity pulled back his sleeve, revealing bracelets that were covered by the fabric of his shirt, and struck one match on a bracelet. "It's quite handy, this bracelet," he said, lighting all the candles with a grin. "You can light matches on it."

Once the match burned out, he used a candle that was already lit to light the rest. With his work completed, his stood back with his hands on his hips and a smirk on his lips. "I'm bad*censored*," he chuckled. "Now, blow out your candles and make a wish."

( ;n; I want a cool bracelet like thattt. )

Claire smiled, and blew out her candles without making a wish. She made the same wish every day, so wishing it again while blowing out some candels wouldn't make a difference. Then, after finally realizing what he said, she turned back to him. "Handy?" She chuckled, "Why would you need a bracelet that you can light matches on?" She wasn't sure she wanted to know the answer.

( ;n; Ask Calamityyy. )

Giving her a shrug as he picked up a knife, Calamity answered, "I don't know. And, hey, it wasn't meant to light matches." He shot her a grin, and waved the knife in her face, just to tease her. "When I was joking around one day, I struck a match on it. And, it lit and I dropped it and I got stampeded because a lot of people tried to put it out at once." He chuckled softly. Just as he was about to cut the cake, the door opened, and Calamity looked over to see who had just opened the door.

With a clatter, the knife dropped. "What the hell is going on?" Severin demanded to know, teeth gritted, body shaking. Not from anger, though; his clothes were wet. Actually, "thoroughly soaked" would describe the state better. Severin shot his everyday glare in Claire's direction, but it softened immediately. "Well... Happy birthday." he said.

( I should fer srs be working on my homework. O_o
I like these roleplays better. ;c )

( :C He won't answer me. )

( WAITWHAT. I DIED. WTH. WHAT. WAIT. WHUT? )

When the door opened, Claire figured it was her mother or her brother, so she didn't bother to look up. But when she heard a familiar growl, she stiffened. She bit her lip, trying to convince herself this was just some stupid day dream and that missing him was just getting worse. She finally did look up at him, though, with a weird look on her face. She was still convinced the voice was a figment of her imagination, so when she saw he was really there, she felt like crying(FROMJOYOFCOURSE.).

"Severin!" She practicly ran to where he stood, wrapping her arms around him and letting herself cry. (TEARSOFJOYOFCOURSE.) She didn't even care that his clotes were wet, she didn't mind. She barley even noticed. He was still way taller, her head only came up to his chest, so she grinned a bit. She always admired his hight. "How are you he-" she cut herself off, she wasn't going to ask questions. "I missed you," She cried into his shirt, her arms still tight around him. "I love you so much, Severin."

Calamity just stood there, jaw dropped, completely shocked. His thoughts were functioning quite well, though; however, all he could think about was how much trouble Severin had gotten himself into. He'd probably just earned himself a longer time in that...prison. Whatever the hell it was!

Apparently, none of that mattered one bit to Severin, whose arms had wrapped tightly around Claire in return. He gave Calamity a sharp glare, causing the older male to flinch out of his shock. "I missed you too," Severin murmured, eyes closing and pushing his face into her hair. He'd missed her, her hugs, her kisses, her scent, everything. "And I love you too." Maybe this little stunt proved it, too. He'd escaped from a prison-like school fifteen miles off shore with maximum security and apparently "zero" ways to slip through it just to see his girlfriend on her birthday.

( ...Good God, Flare.
Also. eue That totally fits themmm. )

Slowly pulling away, Severin looked into Claire's blue eyes with his own amber-hazel eyes. All he could do was stare and shake; he was cold. Now fully recovered from the shock of Severin's arrival, Calamity dragged off his cloak, which pulled tight around his younger brother. "Idiot," he snarled at him, and Severin's head snapped back so he could glare at Calamity. "You're an idiot, you know that? You couldn't have called, oh, no. You had to *censored*ing escape, huh? Trying to prove a point, Severin?" As he spoke, Calamity drew the two -- Severin and Claire -- away from each other, and then shoved Severin away.

"I'm not trying to prove anything," Severin growled through gritted teeth. He grit his teeth hard, making them ache, but it was the only thing he could do to keep them from chattering; he was so, so damned cold. "I just wanted to see her." And get the hell out of that rat hole. he added in his head.

Calamity's hands went into his hair, and he dug his nails into his scalp. "You're an idiot," he hissed. He paused, slowly relaxing. "You're an idiot who's going to die of hypothermia." he added, and pullled off his shirt. Not surprisingly, he had a shirt under it. Calamity shoved the shirt into Severin's shaking hands, who looked up at him. "Put it on." So he took off his shirt.

( I KNOW, HUH? D8 I was like, 'My mind.. is full of nasty, nasty things.' :C
And, it doesss. eue )

Claire couldn't do anything but stand and watch on, she new better than to interupt a fight between brothers. She had a stupid little smile on her face that she couldn't seem to wipe off no matter how hard she tried. Not like she was trying hard at all, though.

When Severin pulled his own shirt off, her cheeks fushed a deep, cherry color. It wasn't like she hadn't seen him shirtless, but she couldn't help but blush.

Out of no where, her boyfriend breaks out of a crazy school and swims through miles of freezing water in the middle of October just to see her.. It kind of made her feel like he was a knight in shining armour. A knight in shining armour who had come to save her, some kind of damsel in distess. Maybe that's what made her blush. Either way, her face felt warm, but she didn't look away.

"Do you want to take a hot shower?" She offered, she could see him visibly shaking.

( ^^ o3o Back to the nasty, nasty thoughts thing.. o__o )

( xD Quit it, yo.
First sentence contains two poetry elements: Alliteration and repetition. xD )

Stupid, stupid, stupid Severin! Calamity seethed in his head. He tried to be angry, upset, anything he could be to teach Severin a lesson. But, he couldn't. How could he not be happy to see his little brother, the one he worried about more than he worried about their younger sister, Thursday? She might only be fifteen, but she didn't make entirely reckless decisions like Severin did. Thursday could take care of herself, she was mostly sensible; Severin was an angry, compulsive person.

While Calamity struggled to get his emotions under control, Severin was about to put his older brother's shirt on. Just before he did, he paused, still shaking, to consider Claire's offer. "That...w-would be," he started, teeth chattering slightly as he spoke and then paused to turn to his girlfriend. "the best damned thing...ever."

In that school, the water was freezing. And the showers weren't private at all. Severin actually ended up in fights while he was naked, for Pete's sake. Hitting your head on hard, cracked tile hurt like hell, and trying to gain some footing on wet tile... Well, you could just forget it. Then the *censored*in' guards would come in and beat everyone down. You'd get beat down, even if you weren't involved in the fight. That's why the shower usually cleared of anyone other than those involved when a fight started up.

( Orly?
eue It does. )

"I'll get you towels and.. stuff, then." Claire said, and without another word she walked off. When she reached the bathroom, she opened the closet door and pulled three towels from the top shelf. She would've put them in the dryer for a bit so they would be nice and warm, but he would've already warmed up after his shower. There was already shampoo, conditoner, and soap in the shower, so she didn't get anymore.

Claire practicly flew back to the living room, she barley felt her feet touch the ground. Severin, in the flash and blood, was back in her life.. in her house! How could she not be giddy and excited?

When she stopped infront of Severin, she held the towels out to him with a grin. "There's more in the closet if you need them," She said, almost adding a 'have fun.' That wouldn't have gone over well.

With Claire already flying off to her self-*censored*igned task, Calamity allowed himself to speak again. "Not always a smart idea to escape from a detention center," he said after clearing his throat. "or whatever the hell it was."

Severin scoffed. In his growl of a voice, he corrected him: "Never a smart idea," and then he put on a slight smirk. "But, who said I was smart?"

Yes, you are quite the little dumb*censored*, aren't you? Calamity thought, letting his head drop. Just as Claire left without another word, Calamity acted without another thought. He grabbed his brother and hugged him tight, not caring one bit that Severin struggled to get away. Just as Severin began to relax, and actually wrapped his arms around Calamity as well, they both pulled away.

Claire walked in then. "Thank you," Severin said in a murmur, and leaned down and forward, lightly placing a kiss on Claire's cheek, "I love you. I'll be back in a second." Leaving them with that, Severin strode away, shooting Calamity a "If-you-ever-do-that-again-I'll-kill-you" look over his shoulder as he did so. Calamity could only smile weakly back. Then, he let himself collapse into a chair.

"Holy crap," Calamity gasped, laughing a little.

Calamity looked up, blinking a few times before he answered, "Sure, you can," He then tried a smile, adding in a weak attempt of lightening the mood, "I can't guarentee I'll be able to answer it, though. That bastard's pretty secretive." He let out a nervous laugh, and then waved his hand a bit. "Just...just go ahead."

Claire cleared her throat quietly, "Does, uh.." she paused. "Does Severin do drugs, Calamity?" She asked, biting down on the inside of her cheek. She wasn't sure she wanted to know the answer. The only reason she asked was because the day she had visited and found Severin with a needle in his arm still worried her, even if he said it was his sister that did it.

Claire closed her eyes for a moment, holding her breath. She knew she shouldn't have asked. But, if she was going to learn this information, she supposed it was best to learn it now, he was too.. new for her to get upset with him yet. Claire's eyes opened and she released her breath in a sharp gust. She didn't know what to say, so she just let out a small "Okay." It wasn't okay, though. "Thanks, Calamity," She said, her voice still small and flat.

It wasn't okay. She wasn't okay. That much was obvious. Instead of saying "You're welcome," Calamity stared at her, eyebrows knitted together, one hand on his thigh as if he were using it for support. He shook his head a bit, turning in his seat, and held out his arms. "C'mon, come here," he said, using one hand to wave her over. "You look like you're in need of a hug." He wouldn't specify why she needed a hug, of course; that information would lead them onto the touchy topic that they almost got into.

( "Touchy topic that they."
eue )

( eue )

Claire wandered over, the same way she had wandered out of the room when she had to leave Severin before he had left. She wraooed her arms around him when she got to him, her arms wrapping around him. "Thanks again," She said, "for the hug this time." She paused and thought a minuite before she asked a question. "Should I get some of my brothers clothes for him?"