Cameron was still leaning against the wall, tapping lightly with his hands and humming to himself. He'd talk to Calixto about work once the other man was done bathing, as he didn't want to try to carry on a conversation through the door.
Cal paused a moment, hearing the light tune. It sounded quite nice. It was something he'd never really stopped to listen to before. Shaking his head, he moved to continue dressing himself. Well, his lower half anyways. Cameron still had his shirt sitting by the couch or something so the fabric wouldn't rub at the stitches. Which was a fairly good idea. Taking the towel again, he rubbed at his hair to dry it. It stuck up in places when he was done, and the man ran his fingers through it to finish. Another sigh escaped his lips before he turned towards the door. Cal folded the towel and set it over the now drained tub's edge.
(hnng so my main idea is that someone discovers Cam is a Berserker, and then he and Cal end up on the run?? Bc Cal is like "I'm not letting your dumbass go on your own, you'll be dead in days from being too fucking trusting" or something lmao)
Cameron kept humming and tapping as he waited, closing his eyes with a soft sigh. When Calixto came out of the bathroom, he opened his eyes. "Everything go alright?" He asked. "You didn't pop your stitches or anything, right?" His eyes flicked over Cal as if to double-check, before returning to his face again.
aaaaa I feel like Cal would be like: that sounds like a you problem before considering the fact he really doesn't want Cam to die??? XD I feel like he goes because he never really planned on staying anywhere anyways too, and Cameron's like: oh cool we can go together!
Cal slid his hands into the pockets of his pants, somehow not surprised to see Cameron quite literally standing outside the door. "Yeah. Stitches are fine," he replied. He noted how Cameron's eyes took a quick glance over his chest, and felt a bit embarrassed again. He knew it was because of his injury, but it was still a bit odd to have someone look at him like that.
(yeah that makes more sense lmao. I just. Bonding while on the run sound fun lmao)
"Good. Uhm, I've got to go to work tonight, by the way, so unless you want to come along, I'll have to leave you alone." Cameron said. "So. I don't know what you'd prefer, but either one is fine with me." He ran a hand through his hair.
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"I'll be fine here," Cal replied. It seemed like he didn't have to put much thought into his answer. And he didn't. He wasn't really interested in being around all of those people. If he had to be around someone, he'd rather it stay Cameron alone or necessary interaction.
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Cameron nodded a little. "Alright. Do you need anything before I start getting ready to go?" he asked, stepping towards the living room so that Cal would come with him and back to the couch, where there was less danger of him somehow hurting himself.
Cal followed, not really seeing the point in just standing in the doorway of the bathroom. He felt a bit odd walking around someone's home without any shoes, but it was kind of a nice experience. The floor was cool, but not cold like concrete was. He let a faint smile cross his features before he heard Cameron's question. "I think I'll be okay. You should worry about getting yourself ready," he replied, a small hum escaping his lips. Cal hadn't sat down yet despite the fact he stood in front of the couch. He wouldn't mind just sitting, but last time he was told to lay all the way down when he did. He wasn't really in the mood to do so just yet. Perhaps if Cameron insisted, he would until he left.
Cameron nodded a little. "Alright. I'm going to do the dye, then." He said, heading into the bathroom and getting ready to go, dying his skin and hair until it was the more brown shade than it was, disguising him so that no one could see who he was.
(crappp this didn't stay on unread idk why it did that)
Cal gave a small nod, standing idly. He fiddled with his hands, not really sure what else to do with himself. When Cameron came back out, he recognised the persona he was forced to put on. Despite the fact he wasn't going to voice it, the other looked better when he looked as he was naturally in his opinion.
(oof)
Cameron flicked a faint smile at him, slipping his shoes on. "I guess I'll see you later, then? Anything you need before I head out?" He asked, grabbing his jacket and putting it on. "I uh, might not be back until late. Depends on what I end up doing tonight." If he went to bed with anyone tonight.
"Yeah," he responded quietly. He was still getting used to living with another person for the time being. It did feel nice seeing Cameron feel comfortable enough to go to work rather than worrying over him. "I'm fine, just go," he assured the other man, making a small motion with his hand. Part of him reprimanded him for making the order, but he ignored it. No more collar. He didn't have to listen to anyone. Well, Cameron trying to keep the stitches closed didn't count as he didn't want that either.
"Alright, alright. Uh, the lady next door can probably help, if you need anything? But she doesn't know what I really am, so." He shrugged vaguely. "Her name's Laurel, she's really nice, if you need anything." He waved. "See you later." He headed out the door, closing it behind him and then heading off towards work.
Cal blinked at the closed door as Cameron left. He didn't like the idea of going to another person for help. No matter how nice this person was, his trust issues always resurfaced when thinking about new people. Hell, he had even heard of kinder humans, but they had still owned some of his kind like property. Sighing, Cal finally took a seat on the couch again. After a moment of silence, he felt a strange urge to try another one of the brightly colored candies. Just to confirm that they weren't that great. That it wasn't just a certain color. Popping one in his mouth, he was surprised to find it tasted a bit on the tart size. Darn. He supposed he didn't mind this one.
Cameron eventually arrived at work, slipping inside and putting on one of the halfaprons, then getting to work bussing tables and flirting with customers, smiling and chatting.
Cal eventually found out he was fond of citrus flavored things, as long as they weren't overly sweet. It frustrated him how idle he felt at the moment. Usually, if he let himself sit long enough, the time went by incredibly fast. The man huffed before staring back at the ceiling. Maybe if he tried thinking about the time Cameron would be coming back, it would sneak up on him. Why did he feel so bored these past few days…?
Cameron pushed away thoughts of Calixto, left alone at his home, and kept doing his job, mouth twitching into a smile and eyes flashing as he flirted with just about everyone.
Calixto eventually let his mind wander again, looking down at his chest. He frowned at the wound, unappreciative of the pain that still ebbed in and out. Despite this, he moved to find the light bag of his things. He couldn't put the one he had on previously for… obvious reasons. It had a gigantic tear in it and was soaked in blood. Being careful about leaning over, he managed to pull out a clean shirt. It was still of the monochrome color scheme, but it was one of the larger ones. It hopefully wouldn't rub at his skin and irritate the wound. Especially when he planned on just lying down again.
Cameron grinned at one of the patrons, white teeth flashing as he continued serving tables, whirling around the smoky rooms with his apron whirling around his waist like a skirt, his dyed skin and hair blending in pretty well with the shadows cast by the flickering light.
Now lying back down on the couch, he felt almost lazy. His hands at least felt they needed something to do from habit. He covered himself with the blanket, and continually bunched and released the rim of it. Eventually, his mind grew still. Before passing out, he wondered if this was helping him ditch a bit of his insomnia, or just making it worse with all the naps.
Eventually, Cameron stopped bussing the tables, and sat down near the fire to sing, closing his eyes and letting himself get lost in the music, song pouring from his lips.
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is it to late to join?
(im so sorry to interupt-)
(This is an OXO. Meaning just two people.)
Somehow, Cal seemed to be able to sleep for longer. There wasn't anything loud to wake him, and his mind had been relatively calm beforehand. No strange dreams about someone he barely knew. Right…
(Ice, I'm ready to skip when you are, I'm running out of other things to typeeeee)
(yeah, this is an OxO, which means it's closed)
(Alright, I'll do it!)
Cameron got home rather late, around midnight, and was quiet as he opened the door and slipped inside. He didn't know whether or not Calixto was asleep, and didn't want to risk waking him. So he kept his footsteps soft and quiet as best as he could, meaning to go to his room and go to bed.
Cal had in fact, still been asleep somehow, but woke up due to the opening and shutting of the door. His bleary eyes adjusted to the dim lighting, seeing someone slowly stepping inside. He wanted to stay relaxed and say it was Cameron, but his trust wasn't very good. Seeing how the darkened form was quite tall, he forced himself to toss away the idea that the person was an intruder. Cal shifted around, an arm coming out from under the cover to rub at his eyes. It felt weird to get to feel to groggy. Usually his sleep was quick and sporadic, waking up from fear, or the occasional good night to where he woke up on his own. That… or he didn't sleep. So this was another new experience.
Cameron stayed as quiet as he could as he shuffled around, quietly making his way towards the hallway. He cast a glance over at Calixto, but didn't say anything, wanting to let him sleep. As a Berserker, he had good eyesight in the dark, but he couldn't tell whether or not Cal was awake, and didn't want to wake him if he was. So Cameron headed towards his own room, footsteps light and careful.
After a few moments, Cal could safely assume it was Cameron. Who else would have looked over to worry about him? Right? Surely someone wouldn't be stupid enough to ransack a house without making sure anyone inside was restrained. He shifted to sit up some, but Cameron had already gone into the other room. The man sighed. He hoped to himself that he would be able to get himself to fall asleep again.
Cameron changed into his pajamas, getting into bed and lying down, staring quietly at his ceiling as he waited for sleep to come and claim him. Tonight had been a pretty regular night, though he had had one close call when the patch over his tattoo nearly pealed off, nearly exposing him and what he was to the entire bar. He had patched it up fast enough that no one had noticed, thankfully.