[center][h1][b][color=92278f]Calib[/color] and [color=ed1c24]Raven[/color][/b][/h1][/center]
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Claire was at the door first, she had an odd sixth sense about these sorts of things and as soon as Raven had touched the door, she swung it open with a bright smile, carrying a bowl and mixing something that would've been cookie dough if she was a regular housewife. She wasn't, and to think the mixture in the bowl was would've been nothing short of delusion. [color=6ecff6]"Raven, - My, what happened to your clothes? Nevermind that, there's a fresh pair on your bed. Wake up Calib while you're at it, he'd sleep through Gehenna given half a chance."[/color] She said, barely giving the Lamia time to respond. [color=6ecff6]"Oh, and welcome home, dear!"[/color] She said, as a quick afterthought.

[color=ed1c24]"Thanks, Mrs. Raum!"[/color] Raven returned, stepping into the house before looking down at the attires he wore. They really were torn up. That troll had done a number on him, that was for sure. [color=ed1c24]"Heh, I've gotta' stop tearin' up the clothes ya' give me. Bad street kid habits, y'know?"[/color] The boy managed a soft giggle before closing the door behind him and continued through the house. As for Calib, he almost made the Lamia appear a saint at times. True, Raven got into trouble quite frequently, but Calib actively sought it out. Speaking of which, the trouble Raven tended to get into was usually because of Calib. 

She smiled to the Lamia. [color=6ecff6]"Nothing I can't mend, and Claire's fine, dear."[/color] She said, mixing the oddly delicious/horrific mixture as she strolled back into the kitchen. Making his way to the bedroom he was borrowing from the Raum family, Raven slipped out of his rags and into a new pair of clothes. They would hold...for a while. At the very least, Raven could pay for it, given his earnings, though he was certain of Mrs. Raum's refusal. She'd never take a cent from him. [color=ed1c24]"Caaaaalib!"[/color] Raven called out, peeking into the opposite room to see his demonic friend soundly asleep.

Calib was dressed in a comfy tanktop, some shorts and might as well have been catatonic. The only part of him that moved was the slow swishing of his spaded-tail. He gave a soft [color=92278f]"Mmh~"[/color] of a groan out as he stirred, though found the bed as binding as silver, decidedly staying in it, even though he knew Raven was still watching him.

[color=ed1c24]"C'mon, Lazy-Tail!"[/color] The Lamia continued, dropping down on Calib's office chair by the computer. [color=ed1c24]"Wanna' go to that club everyone's talkin' about? Tene..something. Eh, Tene..braaay..?"[/color] Scratching the back of his head, Raven gently spun around in the chair, thinking it over as his attention shifted from Calib and towards his own thoughts. [color=ed1c24]"Tenebris..? Fuck it, it was something gothic n' whatnot!"[/color] Stopping the chair from spinning further, Raven's eyes landed on the demon, his head tilting slightly. [color=ed1c24]"Like a little lamb."[/color] The Lamia giggled.

[color=92278f]"Tenebris, yeah."[/color] He groaned again and pushed himself up out of bed. He stretched and showed off his lean figure to no one in particular, cracking his back with a satisfying click as he sighed out. Of all the virtues he might've had, Calib didn't have modesty as one of them. He freely got changed in front of his Binder, donning the casual shirt, jeans and hoodie that made up his usual look. From supernatural demon to regular teenager in three pieces of clothing.

[color=ed1c24]"Wonder what kinda' crap goes on in there."[/color] Raven added, leaning back against the chair. [color=ed1c24]"I heard a lotta' vamps hang out there. Ugh, I bet there's a buncha' couch drinkin' goin' on."[/color] Couch drinking was a term used by many Lamia to refer to the night club lives of vampires, where mortals or other beings throw themselves at the vampiric creature to have their blood drained. It tended to be a rather sexual experience for many, but the vampire's ever constant glamouring probably helped. Needless to say, the act itself rubbed Raven all the wrong ways. [color=ed1c24]"Y'might find a cute demonette!" He continued, chuckling as he visualized the scene. "They're called succubi, right? I've heard they're all sortsa' trouble."[/color]

[color=92278f]"Oh you've got no idea. The girl at the bar? I think her name is Venus, I've been trying for her for ages, she's a vamp 'n' all. Succubi aren't my type though, too giggly you know? Plus, dunno how big they are into other demons, since there's no soul in it for them."[/color] While he spoke, he walked about the room grabbing various things, bobby pins, a swiss-army knife, his wallet, a fake wallet and finally, his phone. [color=92278f]"Tenebris is alright though, music's alright and there's plenty of easy marks since everyone's drunk and dancing. Plus, plenty of pretty people."[/color]

[color=ed1c24]"Hah! Always on the prowl, aren't ya'?"[/color] Raven giggled, refering to how Calib considered drunk people easy marks. He wasn't wrong. [color=ed1c24]"Out to get a vamp lady?"[/color] The Lamia pondered, tapping his chin. "Ya' gotta' find out which Bloodline she belongs to." He continued, dropping down from the chair. [color=ed1c24]"If ya' do that, ya' can find her Bloodline Compulsion. If she's a Daeva, you're in luck! If she's a..uh..nah, if she was a Nosferatu you'd know." 
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[color=92278f]"Dunno if I can work that into a chat up line. Wait, wait, try this one..."[/color] He took a few moments to compose himself. [color=92278f]"Baby, are you a vampire? Because I'm big into neck-romancing"[/color] He flashed a smile at his awful joke before taking the lead. [color=92278f]"Suppose we could head over. You're buying, right Rocky?"[/color] He brushed his hair out of his face with a hand and head down the stairs with the Lamia close behind.

[color=ed1c24]"Gotta' earn my keep somehow!"[/color] Raven offered, skipping behind the demon as they left his room. [color=ed1c24]"Also, neck romance? Dude..."[/color] The Lamia attempted to stifle his laughter but couldn't quite manage the feat. [color=ed1c24]"That is just so bad!"[/color] Raven burst out, shaking his head. [color=ed1c24]"If she'll give you a drink for that, you know you're barkin' up the wrong tree, bro'!"[/color]  Turning his eyes towards Claire, Raven raised his hand in a wave, followed by a bright smile. [color=ed1c24]"Thanks for the change of clothes, Mrs. Ra-...er..Claire!" [/color]

[color=92278f]"I think it's good, lay off."[/color] He said defensively, obviously proud of his awful chat-up line.[color=92278f] "It's one of those ones that are so bad they're good, girls like it when you're kind of corny."[/color] He strolled out the door without a second thought. Claire, however, looked over to the Lamia and her delinquent son. [color=6ecff6]"Out of bed and out the house, what would we do without you, Raven?"[/color] She gave him a winning smile and went back to tending the multitude of plants the living room grove contained.