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Guy
In the dark of night swirls a void of deeper shadow, one feline and peerless; a cat of uncommon handsomeness and true-black fur, a great big tom of medium length hair and pale green eye peeking from fur that doesn’t even sheen to break his silhouette.
At least not from where he lays atop a barrier wall a couple blocks from the house Calamity has been staying at, apparently comfortable in the weather and pleased with his perch, watching the side street idly.
Calamity
Since when does Guy know where Calamity lives? Probably better not to think on it too much.
The houses around here are dark, the inhabitants choosing not to spend money on electricity enough to keep lights on thislate at night. And indeed, most of the heartbeats in the area are sluggish in slumber (though...not all of them...) And a couple minutes later, a familiar one approaches.
The cherry of Calamity's cigarette vaguely illuminates their face under their hood, and they're hunched over, hands deep in their hoodie pockets as they walk down the street, away from the house they're staying at, giving their surroundings occasional glances in the way that paranoid folks tend to. They don't notice the cat, probably, hidden in the shadows as he is.
Guy
Like a pool of ink pouring out of the well of shadows, the cat half jumps down, half walks down the wall the way cats do. Guy doesn’t want to spook Calamity, so he meows, loudly, a cat letting a human know he wants something, before jaunting across the street, tail raised in that curling, slow wag of friendly approach.
Calamity
The quiet thud of paws on the ground makes Calamity pause and turn, and the meow makes their eyes widen slightly. "...Fuck d'you want, I don't have food," they mutter, maybe a little fondly, and tug the cigarette out of their mouth to flick the ash away. "I swear, cat, 'f you attack me..."
Guy
The cat-Guy does not attack, but wanders over and lays on feline charm, brushing gently against Calamity’s leg and meowing again as he looks up at them. He looks to be in far better health than most alley cats, possibly a house cat on the town, absent without leave. No nicked ears, even.
Another meow and he sits, looking up expectantly.
Calamity
"Somebody's missing you, pretty cat..." They reach down to gently scratch cat-Guy behind the ears, more gentle than Guy's probably seen them do anything. They also look up, away from the cat, like they're expecting to see Missing Cat posters somewhere.
Which, presumably, they don't.
"No collar, even? Man, you're gonna be in trouble..."
Guy
The void purrs loudly and leans into the scratches a little, closing his eyes in simple pleasure. Calamity gets a lick on their wrist in appreciation when the rogue pretty cat decides he’s done and steps forward a bit, as if expecting Calamity to continue on their way now that introductions are concluded.
Calamity
They 'eep'! quietly as the sandpaper tongue drags across their skin, and frown at the cat as they pull their hand away. "Where - I'm not going anywhere special, don't you have some cat-friend to go find? And fuck, probably?" They scoff and stand again, and do continue walking, and take a long drag from their cigarette, careful to flick the ash so that it doesn't fall on the cat's sleek fur.
Guy
The cat fixes Calamity with one of those “foolish mortal, what are you dithering on about?” looks, and falls in alongside the youth. He sniffs and looks around as they go, but never falls behind for more than a moment or two.
Calamity
"Where the - why?" They huff out a quiet laugh. "I promise you I don't have food."
Their middle-of-the-night wandering eventually takes them to Hunting Park. The actual park, in the middle of the neighborhood, and they eye the streets for onlookers before picking the lock on the very closed gate and easing themself through it. "You better not fuckin' snitch on me, 'kay?"
Guy
The cat sniffs at the gate and watches the lockpicking patiently, slipping in before Calamity as soon as they’ve got the gate cracked. He begins investigating the park, as if seeing if it’s up to snuff.
Calamity
It's a testament to their dexterity that they don't trip over the damn thing, but as it is they grumble in the cat's direction as they flick their cigarette toward one of the outdoor ashtrays at the entrance. They may break into the park, but they're not gonna smoke in it. That's against the rules.
As for the park...it's really just a park. Dark and a little foreboding at night, among the tree-lined path that Calamity sticks to, rather than wandering through the open soccer field a bit away. Once they're satisfied that they're alone - apart from the cat - they flop against the base of a tree and pull out their lighter, flicking it on and off.
On, and off. And another few times, before they start to move the flame on their fingers. Just playing, a little, where no one can see them.
Except the cat.
Guy
The cat finds a spot to sit and watch, seemingly more curious about the odd fire than scared. After a couple minutes the cat walks behind the tree, and there’s a soft rippling sound, followed suddenly by a sensation Calamity has probably never felt before; something filling space that wasn’t there before.
Calamity
The change in the air makes Calamity gasp, their heart rate ticking up. The flame they'd been playing with is immediately extinguished, plunging the young firebug into complete darkness. They let out a sharp hiss a second later - a hiss of pain? But they don't come look behind the tree.
"...Cat?" They call out - and actually manage to keep their voice steady. "Pspspspsps..." Because maybe if they pretend nothing happened, nothing will have happened. Right?
Guy
“Sorry, the cat has stepped away for a moment,” Guy replies quietly, not stepping around the tree just yet. “I thought it would be rude to just climb into your lap,” he adds with a hint of humor in his voice, “So I thought we could chat instead.”
Calamity
"WhhhhatTheFuck - Guy? Are you fucking kidding me?" They seem a mix of fascinated and angry, their heart still beating double time. "What...what d'you want?"
Guy
“To say hello, see how you’re doing, talk.” He steps around the tree, giving them plenty of space before sitting across from them. “I hoped it would be less disconcerting to ease into the evening as a cat than to just…approach you in your neighborhood.”
Calamity
"...No, they're both bad." The youth's eyes have gone cat-like, pupils wide and glimmering in the dark as they watch Guy approach, their arms folded. 'I mean I - I knew, Rena told me you could do the cat thing. Didn't expect it...how d'you know where I live?"
Guy
He taps his nose. “I haven’t actually tracked down your home, because you know, not cool, but I’ve found signs of you around and figured out the general area.”
Calamity
"Mmmph." They grimace. "Well...what?" And pull out another cigarette to light.
Before offering one to Guy, too. They're a noxious, cheap-ass brand, and Calamity doesn't really seem to think about the fact that Guy doesn't breathe, but...it's the thought that counts?
Guy
He takes the cigarette but keeps it held out. “Just…roast the end to get me started. So Rena told you about the cat thing, huh? Giving away the trade secrets…” he says with a hint of a smile. “How have you been, Calamity?” He says it like the full ass noun instead of a name, which doesn’t make a ton of sense but they can hear the difference.
Calamity
To their credit, they very carefully light Guy's cigarette, using their hand as a barrier between the flame and Guy's fingers.
"Oh...y'know. Kinda same old. My favorite girl at Amalgam left, she went to like...uh. New Mexico? Arizona? To go back to school, so I got less people to tell me what comics are good now. Gotta trust the internet." They shudder for dramatic effect. "Keepin' outta trouble." (a lie.) "Makin' sure Rena's...you know. Okay."
Guy
He puffs on the cigarette and makes a face. “These are an interesting choice…”
He nods along, as if comic recommendations are a matter of course for modern living. He hears them out, and then asks. “What kind of trouble are you keeping out of?”
Calamity
"They're cheap, fuck you." The insult has very little heat to it.
"All kinds. Not learning how t'do more with this -" they flick open their lighter without lighting it, "not learning how not t'get beat up. Not settin' shit on fire, or...I dunno. The usual..?"
Guy
“Shit, I respect you wanting to be in control of getting your own place and a job and whatnot, but let us buy you better cigarettes, at least,” he says with a little grin, shaking his head.
“Not learning to use your abilities is good. Not getting beat up is good. I’m guessing after tonight you’ll be positively reckless about stray cats…”
Calamity
"Fuck you," they repeat, and roll their eyes. "And yeah, I'm not gonna sweet-talk stray cats anymore, in case they turn out to be people...they huff in annoyance. "'S...pretty cool though. That you can do that. All I can do 's make my eyes so I can see in the dark, an' then everyone can see that I did that. Plus it hurts like hell."
Guy
“I think I’m the only local vamp that uses that trick…for cats, anyway. But I always turn into the same cat, so you can tell it’s me. And yeah, it is pretty cool. I’ve spent quiet a bit of time as a cat over the years, it’s one of my favorites.”
Calamity
"It is...I dunno, 's like...your brain different? Like do you...think more like a cat, when you're a cat? Or do you think the same as you would when you're -" they gesture to him.
Guy
He thinks for a moment. “I am still me, only the form changes. But, my brain is a different shape. You interact with the world differently, interact with your senses and reactions to stimuli differently. And I’m sure it’s slightly different for every vampire, and each form and their relationship with it. I can believe I get into the method of being a cat more than someone who just learned to become one.”
Calamity
They nod, clearly interested in it despite not having a chance to ever learn for themself. Probably. "I...fuck, it would be nice to just...get away from the world, for a little, like that. Cats don't have responsibilities and shit, they just...exist. And people take care of 'em."
Guy
He smiles softly. “I once spent, oh, what was that, five years as a cat? It was very nice, for all the reasons you say. Being a cat or a dog or a bird really changes how you see the world. And don’t get me started on being nothing but mist and thought, drifting through the night.”
Calamity
"You...what? ...Mist?" They look faintly horrified, the cherry of their cigarette illuminating their face. "How...what?"
Guy
He grins for a moment, not exactly threatening, but not safe, the flash of teeth of an amused predator—wolfish is a very good word for certain smiles—and then he just sort of fades, until there is a puff of cloud or mist roughly the size of seated Guy.
Calamity
"What the fuck -" Calamity whispers, and nearly drops their cigarette as their mouth falls open.
And then they give him a sharp grin, and wince in pain, and...shimmer out of sight. It's not perfect, it's nothing like Obfuscate, but they just kind of blend into the background, all too easy to miss.
Their heart's still beating though, they haven't hidden that.
Guy
The mist stretches, spreads, drifting over to them and reaching out to brush their arm, it seems. Maybe a hair cooler than the surrounding air, and the dampness of droplets; it’s just a sentient cloud, nothing out of the ordinary.
Calamity
"That's weird as fuck," they mutter, flinching away from the literal sentient cloud that is their friend(? associate?) Guy. "What happens if someone breathes you?"
Guy
The mist condenses until it is roughly human sized, and then drops down , spreading to be a few inches thick rough circle on the ground.
Calamity
"That...doesn't answer my fucking question," Calamity mutters with a huff. "Dunno why I thought I could have a conversation with a fuckin' - sentient cloud..."
Guy
The cloud draws together until it solidifies back into being a person, and Guy ripples stretches a little. “Someone breathes me? I see and smell and taste and touch and hear the inside of their lungs. It’s if I breathe back that there’s a problem for them.”
Calamity
Calamity shimmers back into view a moment after Guy becomes a person again, looking a mixture of fascinated and horrified. "But you don't - have to breathe. What - fuck that sounds - eugh." They shudder at the thought of having someone else experience their insides like that. "'S it hard to do shit like that?"
Guy
“Sorry, that was a joke. I can feed when I’m a cloud, from an open wound or someone’s lungs. Hence the breathing back.” He chuckles softly. “It is the mastery of the art, as it were, the culmination of loosing form from mind.”
He looks them over a moment. “I try to be careful using it around people I know. I don’t forget what my senses tell me, and they’re all going at once inside the mist.”
Calamity
"W h a t." They take an unconscious half-step away from him at that revelation. "You - can feed - like that? What...what do you sense, that you don't forget?"
Ever the curious one, despite their horror.
Guy
He blinks. “Everything? The sound of your heartbeat, the smell of crushed winter grass, the stars between the stars no human eye can see unaided. I simply…absorb it all.”
Calamity
"...Huh. Fuckin' weirdo." They throw a lopsided grin in his direction. "You - anyone - feeding from - inside -" they can't actually get the words out as the return to the thing that makes them shudder again. "Okay what does that feel like, though? Though I - you've prob'ly only ever been the mist, not the person getting...fed on."
Guy
“Like licking a sponge, would be the closest thing that would probably make any sense to you. As for it being done, it—wait, have you ever been fed on the traditional way, through the Kiss I would hope?”
Calamity
They wrinkle their nose at the comparison, before nodding. "Yeah. Feels good." It's very clearly an understatement - and their heartbeat speeds up just a little as their cheeks flush and they bring a hand up to absently scratch at their neck. That's probably a story. But they're not telling it, right now.
Guy
He pauses for a moment, then nods. “Can do that as mist too, the feeling spreads from your lungs out to the rest of you instead of a particular spot being bit, is all.”
Calamity
"That's..." they take a very self-conscious breath. "I can't even...'s weird as fuck, dude."
Guy
He shrugs. “Well. Like I said, I avoid enveloping people I know. And I’m not mist now, so.” He coughs a little. “Yes, it is weird, but…I have access to many abilities some might consider…unnatural.”
Calamity
"What, you mean the ability to turn into a cat? And to drink people's blood?" They grin at him, teasing. "The mist thing is the weirdest I've seen, so far. Well - maybe not as fuckin'...the rats were worse, but mist is weirder." They nod, like it's a definitive answer.
"I was tellin' Rena the other day, I...dunno 'f I could stand to have to do what yinz guys do. Plus I'd have to give up my fire, or work really hard to be okay with it..." They grimace slightly, and finish off their forgotten cigarette.
Guy
He thinks for a moment. “Calamity…you are young, have plenty of life ahead of you, before even having to worry about aging, much less dying from it. You can live the way you are, but…if something happened to you, would you want another chance at it, even if it was as one of us?”
Calamity
"I..." they can't quite meet his eyes. "I dunno. I...didn't think I'd make it this far, I ain't got time to think about future shit." They're silent for a few moments.
"I'm gonna get older'n Rena, soon. Or - I mean. You know. 'S a couple years away, but...she's always been my big sister, I don't..."
"I dunno."
Guy
He’s quiet for a few moments, then speaks softly. “She’ll always be your big sister, even if you get older than her. I don’t need a decision tonight, certainly, I just…I wouldn’t do that unless you told me you were ok with it, and I can’t ask if you’re already gone, you know? I’m sure Rena’s probably already talked to you about it, but I…I wouldn’t want things to change between you and her, if she was the one who changed you. She’d be responsible for making sure you learned everything you needed to and all, and she’s still getting used to things herself, not that she wouldn’t do a good job—“ He makes a little gesture with one of his hands. “I’m just saying. That option is there for you, from me, and I would talk to Rena about it beforehand, whether it was something planned, or in case of your untimely demise. Just letting you know.”
Calamity
Calamity lights another cigarette as they listen to the Gangrel, their eyes cast down at the ground. Harder to read their emotions that way.
"Like I said, I uh...I dunno 'f I'd wanna live forever, like that. Even if I'm already basically nocturnal anyway," they say the last with a huff of mild amusement, "but uh...thanks. I guess? I don't - I mean I know it's a whole big deal where, doing that sort'a shit to people."
Guy
“Understandable. It’s an offer without an expiration date, in any case.”
He rolls onto his side, and thinks for a moment. “I—or Rena— would need permission from the leader of our people in the city. I’m not too worried about being able to get it, myself. There’s another price to be paid as well; Embracing someone is one of the truest expressions of inhumaness in our condition, and causes us to lose a piece of our connection to humanity. We can find it again, but making a new vampire is never a light undertaking.”
Calamity
"That's...I mean..." they grimace. "You don't gotta lose your humanity, for me, that's...I mean it's a lot." A beat of silence as they blow smoke into the night air.
"Hey, do you still have super strength when you're a cat?" A clear change in subject from them.
Guy
He shrugs. “Just a bit. A small price to pay for resurrection. I’d probably lose the same amount defending my loved ones, and I am prepared to do that.” But he sighs a little, and lets it pass.
“I…do, though I’m a cat rather than a strong man to start with. So more like a bear or gorilla, in the body of a cat. I keep my toughness too, so I have to be careful when people pick me up.”
Calamity
"You let people pick you up?" They can't keep back a giggle, though they lift a hand to their face to muffle it. "That's...so undignified."
Guy
He blinks, and then shrugs. “I am a cat, it isn’t so strange. And I don’t really mind, and it disarms people. I accept pets and scratches, too…it’s nice, in its own way, seeing people be affectionate because the barriers of social interaction don’t apply the way they do with humans.”
Calamity
"I just...you're you -" they gesture at him with their cigarette, "and...I dunno. Just not what I expected." They shrug and try to compose themself again. "I never really had pets, and most of the cats I see aren't the petting kind, y'know? Fuckin' ferals, or strays that are scared of humans or whatever."
Petra
With that kind of line, Petra couldn't help herself. An innocuous little finch shifted into a mid-sized caracal with tufted ears and began to slink up behind Calamity, bumping into their knees.
Guy
He tilts his head, looking at them in deliberation for a moment. “I suppose. But my threatening-ness doesn’t mean I don’t enjoy the touch of others, especially now, when I’m in a better place. And people today are oddly cold and distant that way, to me. To my eyes it’s odd that touching isn’t a part of casual social interaction—“
He bites his lip, and chuckles. “Petra, you’re going to make them piss themselves, doing that.”
Calamity
Calamity absolutely shrieks in fear as something hits the back of their knees, and their cigarette falling out of their hands to be quickly replaced with a small knife. Where the fuck that was hiding is unclear, but it's in their hands as they whirl around, stumbling backward a little as they try to figure out just what the fuck is going on.
"...Not gonna piss myself," they mutter after a few long moments, looking between caracal!Petra and Guy with their catlike eyes, still the same pale green as ever. "What the fuck - why can everyone change into animals but me?"
Petra
Could cats laugh? CatPetra was definitely laughing, and leaned her nearly thirty pounds of catness against Calamity.
Guy
Guy snorts softly. “Petra, my love, you’re going to give Calamity a fear of cats at this rate.” He sits up and makes a grabby hand at the new cat. “Everyone can change into animals because we’re fun and exciting, obviously. You haven’t come into a way how, is all.”
Calamity
The mortal makes an attempt to be Extremely Disgruntled about being surprised by a large cat, but...it's a large cat. Demanding pets.
So they scritch Petra behind the ears.
"I can like...like I said, make parts of my body do animal stuff kinda, but..." they shrug. "I guess Rena can't either, so it's not all the cool kids who can." Their heartbeat slooowly returns to normal as they pet the big kitty.
Petra
She rumbled a very loud and very contented purr at the scritches. She stayed there for a few moments until they were calm and content again, then licked up the side of Calamity's face before pouncing at Guy and shifting back to her natural humanoid shape on the fly. "It's not about being cool," she scolded Guy, then shot a smile back at Calamity. "I can shift because a chthonic horror decided I should be a bird, and thus made me party of a contract that allows me to take different forms. I do not recommend this method. Guy's is better."
Guy
Guy catches his pouncing girlfriend and pulls her into his lap, wrapping his arms around her. The troublemaker securely imprisoned, he nods. “It does have the benefit of being a voluntary state, for me, it’s true. And it’s definitely about being cool, for us,” he says with a little wink to Calamity. “Rena gets a pass because she’s cool in other ways.”
Calamity
Guy and Petra's affection makes Calamity roll their eyes with a faintly theatrical grimace, like they're just the worst, these two, for being affectionate in public. "Okay remind me not to do it your way, Petra, no chthonic horrors for me. I'll just read comics about 'em, thanks."
Petra
"Good plan," she said with a little laugh. "So what are you guys up to? Anything fun going on? Plots, plans? Time travel shenanigans?"
Guy
“Plots, you could say. I was offering to give Calamity a 1 UP if they ever needed it, if that’s what they wanted,” he says with a little shrug. “What…what makes you ask about time travel shenanigans?”
Calamity
"...Time travel?" Calamity's eyebrows shoot up. "Who can time travel?"
Petra
"I can, a little bit," she allowed. "Though only mono directionally."
Guy
Guy looks between the two, and then sighs. “I have something to talk you about, Petra. I met another me. But, we aren’t going talk about it now, because it involves double secret going ons with groups besides ours, and it would be rude to talk about it with Calamity here, not to mention potentially very dangerous. Apparently I had some messages to send.”
He looks to Calamity. “Melt your brain Wizard stuff. And it’s illegal for them. So I would recommend just not thinking about it.”
Calamity
"You - what? Met another...what?" Calamity's brain seems ready to melt, already. "There's a lotta illegal shit, doesn't mean that nobody does it." Despite their slight brain-explosion about time traveling wizards Actually Being Real, they still manage a quiet sort of smile, about the illegal shit that People Don't Do.
Petra
Petra narrowed her eyes at Guy's revelations. They would definitely be talking later. "Wizards can do some really mind-fucky things," she agreed. "Some of their time travel nonsense completely knocked my brain for a loop a while back. It's a messy gift that just keeps giving, apparently."
Guy
Guy smiles sympathetically and apologetically to Petra, rubbing her back a little. “Yes, it’s…connected to that.”
“People still do illegal things, yes, but this is…messy, ugly stuff. Not good for Petra’s people, not good for…anyone, really. And you don’t have any of the protections others do,” he says softly to Calamity. “So please don’t be annoyed we can’t talk about it. It would get you involved, and you don’t want that.”
He sighs softly, and leans his head against Petra’s. “We should have a house party. Cram some friends into the apartment, have some music and food, enjoy the closeness.”
Calamity
"Oh I don't wanna go anywhere near time travel, shit makes my brain hurt sometimes even just to read about." Calamity shakes their head emphatically. "Just...no. Whoever's responsible I hope they fix their shit, 'cause..." they trail off, failing to find exactly the right word for their dismay. "Long 's other people're fine to deal with it I'm not gonna stick my nose there."
Calamity, telling the truth? Wild.
"House party sounds exhausting," they continue with a smirk. "Too many people in a room at once, for me..."
Petra
"It can't be too big of a party, unless we crash someone else's place for it," she said with a laugh. "Our apartment isn't that big. I'll make deviled eggs though?" She reached out and patted Calamity's arm. "You can always come for as long as you're comfortable."
Guy
“Yeah, not too big at all. You and Rena, I wouldn’t dream of inviting you and not her, I’d never hear the end of it. Flo, she’s our oldest friend,” he adds to Petra. “Maybe someone else you’d like to invite, and that would be about right for our space.”
Calamity
Calamity freezes slightly as Petra pats their arm. There's a clear difference between a big cat being snuggly and a person touching them - but they don't flinch away, at least. And then they wrinkle their nose in mild confusion. "I'm special enough to be invited to a house party?"
Petra
"I really can't understate that it's more of a small apartment party," said, with a gleam of wicked amusement in her eyes. "But... yeah? Of course you are. You're a friend. Practically family, whether you like it or not."
Guy
“Think of this. Most of us don’t have family to speak of, and the vamps have had crummy Sires, almost every one. Our good friends are our people, and I for one would like to share my home with you all for an evening. Don’t let her hear of it, but Rena is special to me, and you two are family to each other, so…yeah, of course you’re invited. Why do you think I keep bugging you?”
Calamity
"...'Cause you want something from me, I dunno." Calamity wraps their arms around themself with a shrug. "Or 'cause you feel bad, or...I dunno, I don't know your brain." There's a little bit of heat at the end of the sentence. "And 'small apartment party' is like. More of a big deal than house party - inviting fifty of your closest friends 's different than inviting five of 'em, you know?"
Petra
"I don't feel bad for you." She'd notice how they froze at the touch, and opened an arm in an invitation for a hug. "Little envy, maybe. You've got paths before you, choices open to you that I- that Guy will never have. Also, I don't have fifty friends, so please come?"
Guy
“I mean, I do? But it’s not pity. You’ve clearly seen some of the shittiest shit life can offer, and I want to be something not shitty in your life, because you deserve that. But I can’t tell you how to feel, nor should I, but that means spending time with you, and I think it would be fun to have a small group of people over, so I can be comfortable, and probably others too, and we can just have a good time. And I think it would be fun if you were there.”
Calamity
"...You are something not-shitty in my life," Calamity agrees begrudgingly. They don't go in for the Petra hug, instead choosing to hug their own self, but they do offer an apologetic look to her, kinda. "I'll come to your 'small apartment' party, sure. Do I gotta bring anything?"
Petra
"I'll take being 'not-shitty' and run with it," she said cheerfully. "Just bring yourself! Unless there's some crazy kind of alcohol you like. I like a drink or two now and then, but I don't drink a lot or keep more than the basics at home."
Guy
“Or if there’s a favorite food you wanna share, I’m sure people would appreciate that, but don’t feel obligated. It’s more about the vibes,” he says with a sage little nod, as if acknowledging how hip of a thing that was to say, and accurate to what he meant.
Calamity
"...That's -" Calamity squints at Guy. "Not..." But they decide it isn't really worth trying to explain how 'vibes' work so they roll their eyes. "I'll...figure something out."
Their cigarette is down to the filter, practically, and they scrape it out against a tree and shove the butt back into the half-empty package. "I...should head out but uh...I'll see you at the party, whenever it is...?"
Petra
"We'll let you know when we nail down the specifics. Guy's really into party planning." The Spring in her couldn't help but deadpan the last. "It's been really nice to see you again though."
Guy
Guy snorts softly, and then nods to Calamity. “Yes, it was good to see you again. Have a good night, and be well.”
He sticks his tongue out at Petra. “I wasn’t thinking anything fancy anyway, I’ll help.”
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