There was no workout this morning for Cal. Not a physical one for his body, at any rate, as he woke up, showered, and then went to the common room to find the biggest mug he could and fill it with half... She was the type of girl I'd never talk to because she would never talk to me... Write what you know. The truth was stranger than fiction. [[ door and post are both very muchly ooooopen! ]]

Closing his eyes for a moment, Cal took in a deep breath. He stood at the center of the new-old room; he didn't know whether or not this really helped with anything, helped him grow more attached or comfortable...out. He set it beside the typewriter, face down, on the desk, and reached for another sheet, threading it through, and began to type something else entirely. [[ door and post are very open! ]]

It could not have gone without notice that, since arriving at Fandom, Cal had found himself in a whirlwind of oddly uncharacteristic socialization. He did things. He talked to people. He went places that... its rhythm suddenly easy and quick and flowing, likely to carry him through the night. [[ might be linkdroppy if I get bored tonight; curtain's a bit open if any fellow Virgos wanna say hiiiii ]]