Subject: Another check up.
Who: Callum Young
Where: The abode Antony pays for Callum to live in.
Warnings: tbc
Open to: Antony Blackwood

The sun was very very bright as the morning drew on, peeking through the curtains directly into Callum's eyes. Callum mumbled and turned away from the horrid iris-burner. He was resting, tangled in the sheets of his bed after a long night of pleasing a lady-friend he'd happened to tice back to his home when he was slightly sozzled the night before. Said lady was now tottering around in sheets of her own, looking like she was wearing a toga as she tried to find something to eat. There was nothing. Callum had not been sober enough to try and get food for himself. No doubt she'd had to walk him home.

As he only grunted in reply to her many many questions, she eventually gave up and left him to his hangover in peace whilst she browsed the artwork on display. No doubt she'd ask him to paint her any minute but with the ache in his head at the moment he didn't really have the patience to explain.