Cal's Cabin

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"I feel they're being too quiet out there." Bastry spoke to Cal while tossing some undergarments into a nearby drawer. This caused Cal to walk over and organize the drawer, clearly annoyed with the action.

"They're probably talking about.. who knows what. Besides, I'm more worried about how you haven't changed in two years. You still can't fold anything, huh?" Bastry's face came to a pinkish color as Cal held up a pair of pink underwear with dozens of wrinkles. They snatched it and tossed the underwear back into the drawer, shutting it.

"You're still awkward, so I don't see a difference. All you did was grow taller. And more muscular." Cal laughed, flexing his biceps for a hot second, making Bastry scoff and turn away, unpacking a couple of shirts and a sketchbook.

"Still like to draw, hm? May I look?" Bastry shook their head, face becoming that pink tone again.

"This one's empty. I just bought it." Cal nodded and put it on a nearby shelf.

"You have so much stuff, you know. I only had a couple of bags. You have like.. five!" Bastry glared at Cal, turning to toss the bags into the closet and onto the floor.

"There is no way in hell that you have only two or three bags. You wear more clothes in one day than I do in a week."

"Because I know what a shower is." Cal shook out a t-shirt as Bastry wound up their arm and threw a pair of jeans at Cal's head.

"Hey!" Bastry snorted a laugh out, but it was cut short when Cal whipped them in the but with a twisted up shirt.

"H-hey! No fair!" Now Cal started laughing, twisting up the shirt again to throw at Bastry, but they socked Cal with an actual sock to the face. He yelled in surprise, shaking off the dirty sock with disbelief and shock.

"Tell me you weren't just wearing that sock."

"My bare foot states otherwise." Cal's eyes glanced at their feet and cringed with the power of a twenty two year old looking back at the fanfic they wrote when they were twelve.

"You're disgustng!" Bastry blew a kiss at Call and Cal tackled them onto the bed and a pile of clothes in the middle. "I can't believe you actually threw a sock- a dirty sock at that- at my face!" Bastry tried to wiggle away, but Cal just flopped onto his shorter friend, effectively crushing them.

"NO! YOU'RE HEAVY!" Bastry wiggled some more, but to no avail. They were stuck.

"Too bad! You're the one that jeopardized my face." Cal looked down at Bastry, and sighed flicking a couple stray hairs away from their face. "I really did miss you." Bastry rolled their eyes and tried to hug Cal, but, as I said, they were stuck.

"Yeah.. I missed you too." In the moment, Cal did not want to move, but he knew he was crushing them, so Cal shifted over to the side of Bastry, shoulder to shoulder. Once Cal did, Bastry interlocked their fingers.

"I missed us."

"So then why don't we pick up where we left off?"