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Calvin James || 18 || Senior (almost) || Timelord
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My old foe, tent….we meet again.

penn-orville:

Lucky dad taught me a thing or two about camping or you’d be screwed, buddy. {He looked at the rods Cal had given him and stuck them together, then busied himself attaching it to the tent} Did I tell you mom told me to tell you not to do drugs? She like, specifically said “Penny, make sure you tell Calvin not to drop acid.”

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You’re such a big strong grizzly man, I’m lucky to have you. [Cal sat on the ground and grinned, then it dropped] Why does your mom think I’m gonna do drugs? She didn’t tell you not to do drugs? Why am I the drug kid? 

My old foe, tent….we meet again.

pattonaddams:

Oh.. That might be a big part of your problem. No worries though man. [Scratching his head, Patton looked at the poles. One tent couldn’t be that much different from another, right?] Um, I think that if you put this pole here, and cross that one over it, you should have the base for it and then these ones do the pop out sides.

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I think..

Okay. uh.. [Cal went about doing what Patton had told him, struggling a bit to keep the poles in place] Are they supposed to have this much tension when they connect? Is that normal? 

And when does the actual tent part happen? 

My old foe, tent….we meet again.

pattonaddams:

I’m sure I could figure it out. Apparently I have a skill for putting up tents, I already did one today. Do you still have the directions?

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Uh… no

I think I threw them away. 

My old foe, tent….we meet again.

penn-orville:

You’d think someone would have made these things so much easier to put together by now.

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Good thing my best friend’s so smart. [He shoved two rods towards Penn] Thanks, dude, you shouldn’t have. 

My old foe, tent….we meet again.

pattonaddams:

Do you need some help?

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Do you know how to put up a tent? 

My old foe, tent….we meet again.

Make no mistake I still hate you, but we’re gonna get through this. 

walsh-out-for-brad:

Brad laughed at the awkward conversation to his left to the point that one of his hands slipped and he landed on the balls of his feet. Yeah man, I think it’s like urinal etiquette.

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Sorry then. Usually when I’m in the gym it’s like alone or with one other person who I do know or people way on the other side. And I’m not usually this chatty but I forgot my ipod and my phone’s dead being quiet drives me crazy. [Cal finished held himself up on the bar and counted to ten in his head before letting go] 

Somebody should add it to the gym rules. Peace offering? I have an extra gatorade. 

walsh-out-for-brad:

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Hey

Wait is that weird to like talk, I don’t know if there’s like an etiquette on the bar like you know there’s  urinal etiquette you know don’t talk to strangers or whatever… 

Shouldn’t be long now

a-baldwin:

No, it’s okay. I’m okay. I’m fine. You worry too much, Calvin. 

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O-ok. I’ll uh…see you later. 

Shouldn’t be long now

a-baldwin:

[Axel looked down at her shoes, Giuseppe Zanotti heels to be exact as he spoke. She tried her best to find the smile on her face that came from hearing him. She didn’t understand how people could think so negatively about him when he was always so kind. He always knew exactly what to say to make her feel better, and for that, she was more grateful than he’d ever know.] I’m glad you enjoyed just Axel, I hope one day I’ll think of her as awesome as well. [Axel shrugged, before looking up at him. She had to push all of that aside and bring back who she was, at least to everyone else, confident and fabulous Axel Baldwin.

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[Calvin was confused, something that he said had upset her] I—I’m sorry, I wasn’t like…hitting on you or anything if that’s what you were thinking I was just…I didn’t mean to make you upset. 

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