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Vilicus sat down at his desk, chair spinning gently at the sudden force. He pulls his legs up onto the table, adjusting the waistband of his loose jeans.
He ties his ginger-brown hair back into a small bun, a few strands falling outside of the elastic.
“Vili?” Someone’s voice calls from outside the door.
“If you’re Caleb, come on in, if you’re Ellernate, fuck off.” He replies. Tail flicking gently.
The door opens, Caleb– looking like an absolute trainwreck –walks in.
“Caleb what the fuck. You look an absolute mess!”
“Thanks for your insight. I couldn't tell.” He flips Vilicus off
“Oh don’t be like that!” Vilicus flips him off as well.
Caleb walks over to Vilicus, half-heartedly smacking him.
Vilicus looks “Offended” per se, more like a child's imitation of offence. Very fake and performed.
He grabs Caleb by his face, pulling him forward, nearly nose-to-nose.
“Oh really?” Vilicus teases.
“Vilicus- not right now- dude-” Caleb sputters half-heartedly. “I look like shit. Atleast let me shower first.”
“Fine. You know where my showers are.” Vilicus replies, crossing his arms in false-annoyance.
Caleb walks to the washroom, calling out to Vilicus quickly. “Can I steal some of your clothes? I forgot to bring a change.”
“You have your own fuckin closet in my apartment dude take some of your own.” Vilicus replies.
“OH- SHIT- forgot about that sorry!”
“Yeah dude hurry up before I just come in that shower with you.” Vilicus laughs, turning his chair to face Caleb, legs dragging off the table, making atleast 7 papers flutter to the floor.
“Oh… Okay yeah..!” Caleb ends the conversation, heavily flustered.
About twenty minutes later Caleb exits, wearing clothes that are– undoubtedly –Vilicus’s.
“CALEB-” He cuts himself off. “Fine.”
Caleb giggles to himself.