Callum Nightingale. (polyglotism) wrote in invol_rpg, @ 2013-07-09 08:26:00 |
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"Ohmigod, we're trapped with Callum." Karim had moaned as an aside to Suzee, unaware of his own enhanced powers. "Careful or he'll fall in love with you. Like, if we're here long enough he'll even fall in love with Sigge." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ For now, things seemed to be relatively calm. Sigge had left Davi alone in a far corner of the kitchens, where he was (mostly) out of range from other people. Frying pan tucked under one arm, he was scouring the pantry for some meat. Moa did not have his powers - she would need to eat sometime or her energy levels would drop. Sadie too; it was important for mothers to have good nutrition. Slinging a rope of sausages over his shoulder, he hesitated at the doorway, then reached for a bag of apples. The Indestructible Man would be proud. Callum considered himself to be an open minded person, willing to try almost anything, but one thing he had never felt the need to try was dating guys. He loved girls, arguably too much, and yet, since Karim had mentioned Sigge’s name he found that he couldn’t stop thinking about him. Maybe he had a thing for Swedes. It would explain dating Moa, though he had never found himself attracted to Erik but perhaps he had just been distracted by Laurel at the time. Whatever the reason was he was most definitely attracted to Sigge and before he could think any more of it found himself walking up to the boy with what he hoped was a charming smile upon his face. “Can I help you with those?” he asked, reaching out for the bag of apples. Callum’s generous offer was greeted with a suspicious furrowing of Sigge’s brows. “Nej, they are for the girls,” he said, bestowing the sort of look upon the Kiwi that more normal people generally reserved for those who stole candy from babies. “Get your own apples. There are plenty back there.” He tightened his grip on the bag. “What girls?” Callum asked, trying to ignore the feeling of jealousy. Did Sigge have a girlfriend? Probably, who wouldn’t want to date someone like him? “Sadie. Mo - never you mind.” Recalling that Callum had committed the cardinal sin of dating his IVI sister figure (whether the girl in question willed the familial relation, or not), Sigge’s eyes further narrowed. “You are a big boy. With some muscles, ja? You can look after yourself.” He took a step forward, intending to shoulder his way past the older boy. Sigge thought he was muscular! That was a good start! Usually Callum trusted his ability to get girls to like him, he’d never had too much trouble before, but this was different, he didn’t know how to hit on a guy. Just because he was also male didn’t mean Callum knew much about what guys liked, the main things he could think of all female qualities that he didn’t have, and he didn’t have enough male friends to draw information from so he decided to try some romantic lines. It worked for Raphael, maybe his Italian teammate wasn’t completely useless after all. “Ti aspetto per tutta la mia vita!” He said to Sigge, unaware that his power was acting up again. Though maybe it was a good thing, if he was going to try Raphael’s approach he may as well go all out and speak Italian too. “Vad i helvete?” Sigge gaped at him, his mouth opening and shutting like a goldfish. “What does that mean? Why are you trotting out that pretty sounding talk for me?” His face blackened into a scowl. “You had better not be insulting me with all your fancy words, ja?” “No,” Callum protested, speaking Chinese now. He would never insult Sigge! At least, not until their relationship had run its course. “Let me help,” he continued, still in Chinese, as he reached for the bag of apples. “I do not understand you,” Sigge protested, deciding to give Moa’s very weird ex-boyfriend (who he was currently forming all sorts of unfavourable impressions of) the benefit of the doubt. “I know that these are your powers, ja? And they are acting stupid like everything else in this fucking place but not mine and I am like the babysitter for all you other stupids until it stops.” His voice had risen slightly, the universal (but hardly ever successful) tactic of English speakers everywhere when they faced someone who seemed to have difficulties with their lingo. As Callum inclined towards the apples, Sigge took a step back and swatted his hands away. “Nej! I tell you, these are for the women!” With the language barrier such a problem, an issue Callum had not had to face since he was fourteen, Callum decided to try another tack. “Sigge,” he said, the name hopefully recognisable no matter the language, his hand moving to the other boy’s arm, stroking it lightly. Surely that would help get the message across. “The fuck you doing?” Sigge burst out, his spine all but crawling with the horror of it all. While he had gradually become more tolerant of Davi and the other gay men since arriving in Australia, even confessing - almost apologising - in an unmanly way to his classmate that he had perhaps misjudged him, there was no way this side of hell that he would become quite understanding enough for this. Adjusting his grip on the bag of apples, he swung them towards Callum, transforming them into a very nutritious weapon. “Take your hands off me! I am not that type! How dare you?” Pausing from a somewhat safer distance - Callum being forced into taking a step back after the Granny Smith onslaught - he shot him a baleful look, which deepened into outright malevolence as yet another thought occurred to him. “This - this is how you treat Moa when you are going out?” he continued in Swedish, too angry to string the sentences together in a second language. “You put your hands all over her as if she is some toy and say nice words in Spanish or something else that the fucking fairies speak, make her think that she is special to you, and then you trick her like this? You do not treat her like this! You never treat her like this! I am going to hand your sausages to you on a plate, you fucking bastard!” An apple a day kept the doctors away, but apparently not the vermin that was those who inhabited the other side of the Tasman. Well that had backfired. The male population at IVI was just as crazy as the females, Callum decided as Sigge talked, the power mishaps preventing him from catching every word Sigge was saying. Something about Moa (really, could that girl do any more to make his dating life difficult? He hadn’t even broken up with her!), and fairies and his sausages. Which he was pleased that Sigge was thinking about but the tone in which he’d referenced them did make him a bit nervous. “You like Moa?” he guessed, trying to speak simply as possible in the hopes Sigge would catch some words no matter what language he was speaking in now. “She’s not worth your time. I am.” While he didn’t catch a single other word (Callum now speaking an obscure indigenous South American tongue), Sigge more than picked up on the name ‘Moa,’ and that disparaging tone it was spoken in. “Dumskalle, you had better be lucky that I do not understand what it is that you are saying,” he cautioned, shaking the frying pan warningly beneath Callum’s nose. “I do not know what you are about, but I am done playing games.” “Sigge,” Callum repeated again, deciding to go with the one word they could both understand, reaching his arm out again and placing it lightly on Sigge’s frying pan wielding arm, hoping his touch would convince the other boy to put the pan down and give him a chance. “Let’s get dinner sometime.” “Don’t touch me!” In one fluid motion Sigge shrugged the unwanted hand off his arm, then brought up the frying pan and smacked it against the side of Callum’s head. His new nemesis dropped to the floor with a satisfying thud. “Ja! Good riddance to bad rubbish.” For a moment he eyed his handiwork with a smile, then, deciding that his unwanted paramour would trouble the fair maidens no more today, picked up the legs of the prone boy and dragged him into a supply cupboard. His sister was right - men were pigs. |