Cal is a normal 23 year old with some unusual background but no one knows it. He keeps to himself and pickpockets for a living. Cal's parents weren't to fond of his decisions and just left him alone forever when he was 17. During a simple task of getting some intel from a police station about a fellow convict, he bumped into a lady. Her name was not given to him but she did ask him to refer to as Tea. He asked if he'd get in trouble for sneaking about the prohibited area, assuming she was a cop. She started giggling and after a few moments of Cal being confused, she spoke, saying she is here to burn the building. Cal was horrified and or surprised to know the young looking female is here to burn down a building full of innocent people. Although Cal does bad things to earn some cash, he does not like to purposely hurt others, especially innocent lives. He asked if he could get a file or two for someone and leave, which she replied saying sure, but you have 2 minutes! Now Cal started to panic. This peculiar station had over 300 files of convicts that were or are getting transferred to others prisons. As Cal was frantically searching, he could smell the scent of gasoline in the room. He looked to his right and Tea, was indeed pouring gasoline on the floor and the files Cal had gone through.
"30 seconds , hon. 30 seconds..." she hummed, continuing to pour generous amounts of gasoline on the floor. Cal stopped for a moment. Is she getting paid to do this? He questioned himself. He thought for a few seconds then-
"Times up, sweet-cakes-"
"Who do you work for or with, ma'am." Cal interrupted Tea. She looked at him with a blank face for what felt like hours due to the atmosphere.
"first, You don't ask questions. I do. Know, why does Hunter want these files?" She says.
Cal couldn't say anything. Hunter was the guy who wanted those files. The files she had al this time...
"Ma'am, I don't-"
"PLEASE JUST CALL ME TEA. I AIN'T THAT BAD!"
"Apologies, Tea, I do not know why hunter needs these files. He said the name, place, time and payment. That's all I know."
"Ok then, what may be the payment...Cal?"
"Wait what- HOW DID YOU GET MY NAME!?"
"I have my ways. Now, may I know the payment?"
Cal hesitated for a moment but eventually gave in.
"365 dollars."
"Bruhhhhhh, come on, you're now coming with me."
"What- no!"
"Well, you don't really have a choice cuz I can just kill you right here, right now, if I wanted to that is."
"Y-You don't want to kill me...?"
"Just get out and walk over to the black GT-R."
With that being said, Cal carefully left the building and walked over to the car she had said. He noticed someone was sitting in the passenger seat. He knocked on their side of the window and they rolled the window down. He saw a brown haired guy with shades and who looked like a teen. The guy also looked like a innocent minded child.
"Need something, sir?" The guy says, taking his shades off with his right hand.
"Uhh...this lady named Tea said to come over here-"
He got interrupted by the building setting on fire.
Before he could ask questions to the brown haired guy, something hit the back of his head and he blacked out.
-time skippy-
Cal was awoken by someone who was, apparently into competitive gaming. He was in some kind of room, laying on a comfy sofa. Across the room was the source of the noise. Tea was playing some kind of game on presumably her PC. Cal tries to sit up on the couch but is pushed back down by that brow haired guy.
"You have to stay seated. Due to reasons..." he says. Cal has many questions but decides to stay and listen. After awhile, he speaks.
"May I know your name, sir?"
"Don't call me sir. I'm younger than you and my name is Tim. Tim Sellers."
"Why do you sound so damn cute?" Cal says.
Tim quickly becomes flustered by the comment.
"He is quite the weird kiddo. Acts shy and submissive at times but he also is a skilled casual criminal." Tea says, getting up from her setup.
"Casual criminal?" Cal asks.
"Yea, a term that is common in this house. Meaning, petty theft or a little break-in guy."
"And made by James!" Tim chimed in.
"Who the fuck is James?" Cal questioned.
"You'll see after you get some rest."
"Says the one that kidnapped me." Cal retorted.
Tea sighed and left, going up some stairs. Cal stared at the ceiling then saw Tim staring at him.
"Need something, Tim...?" Cal carefully questioned.
"Nope. Not at all. Just looking!"
"Do you usually do this to everyone you meet...?"
"No! Just you!"
Cal was gonna have to get used this...
