Cal had told Jaina that he wanted to write, but he didn't know what. Yesterday changed all of that. Sing, O Muse, of the catch of inspiration, clinging to the edge of thought and distress like the...next paper, quickly, to not lose his steam. Tomorrow, he'd read through them again. Tomorrow, he'd probably burn every single page. But for now, tonight, he wrote. [[ door and post are open! ]]

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 ]]