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[color=3DBAD9]“Shit, that was close...”[/color] Caleb exclaimed as he watched Dakota use her cool wind magic to stop the pancakes from splattering across the floor. Having saved her friend from a breakfast time disaster, the brunette wasted little time before she had begun to chatter excitably at him and turning towards her, his own expression instinctively shifted to mirror her enthusiasm. He was just glad that the other witches seemed as friendly as he'd hoped they would be. And when she pointed out his scar, his fingers came up to touch the bridge of his nose, rubbing gently over where he knew the faded mark was located. It hadn't hurt in years but sometimes he could still remember that sharp pain as acutely as if it had happened only yesterday.

[color=3DBAD9]“Oh this? Yeah it’s kinda cool right? Got it fighting a mountain lion.”[/color] He quipped jokingly, before his gaze moved down to Bast. The Savannah Cat was watching Astro impassively as he attempted to wrestle her, lithely moving out of his way when he would dart this way and that. Her ever calm demeanour didn’t break, eyes simply blinking at the overactive creature in front of her. Caleb let out a small knowing laugh at this, before his own pair of deep brown eyes looked up at Alaynas question. [color=3DBAD9]“Go for it. Well, it’s up to her really but I'm sure she won't mind.”[/color] He shrugged his shoulders, giving the cat a gentle nudge with his foot and pointing towards the witch in question. Bast seemed to understand this wordless message and she glanced between the pair, before wandering over to Alayna, head rubbing against her legs as she began to let out another soft purr. 

The teen watched her fondly for a moment, before his attention was drawn back to the others as Calypso began to speak of fortune-telling and the like. It was a branch of magic which he personally had little experience in, aside from the several times in which his sister Lucy had thought it funny to prank him by making up fake readings. It required a level of patience that he had never quite been able to master, but he still knew that it could be pretty fun when done properly. Well, sometimes at least. [color=3DBAD9]“Divination?”[/color] Caleb tilted his head as he looked down at his own palms, trying and failing to make sense of the mess of lines he could see etched across them. [color=3DBAD9]“Sure, I’m totally down for that. Though my palms aren’t that great!”[/color] He shook his head, before pointing at her own smaller hands. His index finger moved to hover over what looked to be her life line...or was that the love line? He really wasn't sure. [color=3DBAD9]“See, yours are way better! But I hope you give nice readings cause last time they told me I was gonna break a bone...”[/color] The teen pulled an unimpressed face, before the smile that had very briefly faltered tugged at the edges of his lips once more. [color=3DBAD9]“Though it wasn’t that bad in the end...I got to miss like a whole week of school!”[/color] He added happily, clearly thinking this was the absolutely best thing ever. Which it had been. He’d had the whole run of the house whilst his siblings had been in class [i]and[/i] his mom had made him several batches of her famous homemade ice cream (magical of course). 

Caleb seemed not to notice her slip up as the words continued to tumble from her mouth, a glint of something mischievous flashing in his eyes when she asked where he was from. It would be easy to just say Cali and be done with it, but where was the fun in that? [color=3DBAD9]“Hm, how about...if you can guess where I’m from just by reading my palms thennnn…”[/color] He trailed off, hands slipping idly into the pockets of his sweatpants as he thought, foot of his right leg moving to rest against the wall behind him. [color=3DBAD9]“Oh, then I’ll owe you one favour! Any favour at all...as long as it’s something I can actually give ya.”[/color] He raised his eyebrows challengingly at her, a playful look darting across his already energetic expression. Caleb had a habit of making anything and everything into a game. Things were just more exciting that way, though it was always little more than lighthearted jests. He would never hold someone to a favour that they felt uncomfortable keeping. [color=3DBAD9]“But if you get it wrong, then [I]you[/I] owe [I]me[/I] one.”[/color]

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