Anything Goes [CALEB]

[kit angelo tatham]

As per usual, Nelly wasn't satisfied with her usual cat-sized meal and, after watching Kit nibble at various items of food for the past couple of hours, she'd had enough and had incessantly bugged him to take her down to the kitchens to get something more for her to eat. He spoilt her, and he knew it. But Kit couldn't just leave her to go around meowing like that and annoy the poor guys in his dorm. Besides, Kit had been starting to feel guilty in the first place for carrying on with stuffing his face in front of the chubby feline.

"Nelly needs to go on a diet, she's getting very fat. But Kit loves her nonetheless because she is his cat." the sorcerer sung quietly to no tune in particular. His pet seemed to appreciate it. Or maybe she was just happy to know that she'd soon be fed again. "Chicken is very nice, so I'll get some for you. Even though it... smells of poo..." Kit continued, frowning at his choice of lyrics. He took a small tub of chicken from one of the drawers at the bottom of the fridge and then wandered around until he found a fork so he could mash it up. While he did so, Nelly followed the lad around and nearly tripped him up several times, meowing non-stop until he finally put down the tub of mashed chicken. Kit couldn't help but give her that fond little 'I love you even if you're really irritating' look as she ate.

Outfit: Clicky! ⋆ Notes: meow :3 ⋆ Tagged: Libby!

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[caleb andrew winston]

I really liked fridges.

You don't really realize how amazing a fridge really is until you think about it. And not just a passing "Oh, hey, fridges are really cool!" No, you have to really think about it. Firstly, electricity is white hot, burning at however many volts or amps or ohms or whatever at any moment in time. So it's amazing how fridges can take something so hot, and transform it into a cool blast of air that keeps food at a sustained temperature for however long you want to keep it that way. Which might not be very long, but a fridge is still a very useful invention either way.

One thing a fridge isn't, never was, and never will be good for, though, is hiding. Although fridges are, if used correctly, an incredible solution to all of man's food pathogen problems, they will never be capable of hiding anything. For instance, there's always that one last slice of cake, or that last chocolate bar that you want to keep for yourself. And so, thinking you're clever, you decide to hide it in the fridge. You come back to get it an hour later and then, poof, it's gone. As if it had never existed in the first place. Because, well, it was too obvious to those who might have wanted it.

I found that it was the same with people. No matter how hard you try to fit yourself into a fridge to hide from a dog that's running around in search of you, it simply doesn't work! I'd emptied out all the stuff before and everything, though. Surely there had to be some way that it would work. I kept shuffling and wiggling until I was sure that, yep, there was no way that I was going to fit inside. So, with a sigh, I attempted to yank myself out of the fridge. I could hide somewhere else; Morris wouldn't find me that quickly, would he?

It took me a minute to realize that I was stuck in the fridge. I don't know how it took me so long to realize, but it did. After about a minute of futile wiggling and squirming, I gave up, sighing theatrically. I was doomed to freeze to death. I was going to die, right here, in this kitchen. I'd had a nice run, hadn't I? Despite, y'know, nearly being killed by a werewolf when I was 15, my life had been pretty awesome. I suppose that karma was going to repay me for that narrow escape now. Freeze to death just months after having my lifespan extended.

I was just sat, anticipating my death, when I heard a familiar voice singing a funny little song. A grin split my lips almost immediately. Kit! Thank god, I wasn't going to die! Kit would be nice and rescue me, wouldn't he? As he came into view (tripping over his cat, no less), my first thought was literally How have I not been noticed? I'm hanging out of a fridge. But, it was better to be unnoticed for a while than be stuck there forever. I didn't matter to me.

With a small, sheepish grin on my face, I held out a hand in Kit's direction. "... Hey. Hey Kitters. Hey." I said, knocking on a nearby cupboard door to get his attention. "Be a dear and... y'know... help? Pleeease?"

Outfit: Clicky!
Tagged: Kitten! :3
Notes: sorrynotsorry
Lyrics: A Shot Across The Bow by Mayday Parade

[kit angelo tatham]

One thing Kit hadn't been expecting to find in the fridge was a certain young werewolf. Somehow he hadn't even noticed him there until the fourth year had started making a racket. For a few long moments, the sorcerer did nothing but stare at his friend with wide, green eyes. Was he hallucinating or was Caleb actually in the fridge? Because this was very nearly the weirdest situation Kit had ever found himself in. Because... fridge... Caleb. What even? He thought that he'd just about lost the ability to can.

"What are you doing in the fridge? Because... it's a fridge. You don't often find people in them." Kit paused momentarily, scrunching up his face to think of any instances in which you would find something similar. "Well, you sometimes have dead people in freezers so it sort of makes sense to have alive people in fridges if you look at it that way but, anyway, help. Yes." He stopped talking, realising that he'd started wittering on about pointless rubbish while his friend was still stuck in the fridge. Part of Kit wasn't that surprised about this though because it was Caleb. And this was a very Caleb-like thing that had just happened.

Unsure of a safer way to go about it, Kit did the first thing that popped into his head and grabbed Caleb's upper arm, then gave it a tug...

Outfit: Clicky! ⋆ Notes: meow :3 ⋆ Tagged: Libby!

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[caleb andrew winston]

I knew that I probably should have felt embarrassed about this. Any other person probably would have, including the young sorcerer who stood before me now, with wide jade eyes staring at me as if I'd just apparated from Hogwarts or however that went. But then he was a wizard; he'd probably know abut that stuff. Anyway, I should have felt embarrassed, but I couldn't help but find it all so very funny. I'd done a lot worse, of course, but I couldn't help but find it funny that I'd gotten stuck in a fridge, or all things.

I laughed at my friend's notions, just shaking my head at his obvious ignorance to how my brain worked. People weren't often found in fridges - that was exactly the point! If you're playing hide and seek with a dog, you don't hide where a dog thinks a human will go. To a dog, a fridge is just somewhere where the humans keep their food, not where they hide out. Take it from someone who knows, having been in both forms before, that, to to a dog, a fridge means a very different thing to what it does for a human.

"That's exactly the point, Kitten~" I said breezily, shrugging slightly and shuffling inside the fridge a little more. I didn't say anything else; just looked at him with slightly lifted eyebrows. Mystery was always the best thing to use to keep attention focused on you. The less people know, the more they want to find out. And to me, well, that's a fun little game. Seeing how interested I can get people in the most trivial things before I have to say anything to them. I had to give Kit props, though - he was really thinking this out, bless his heart. Not that any of it made sense, but still.

Help. Yes. I needed help, no matter how much I hated to admit it. It wasn't a pleasant feeling, and so I tried not to dwell on it. I just wanted out of this fridge before Morris found me, was that too much to ask? And then I could go find another place to hide! And not get stuck there! Yes, it was foolproof. Now, I just needed to get out of this fridge... somehow. And Kit, because he was a wonderful kind magical boy, was going to help me do that.

I might not have been expecting the sharp tug on my upper arm, but I felt myself give a little, I swore. Or was it just my imagination being horrible to me? Right now, I didn't really care or know, but maybe if I helped a bit, it would work better? Yeah, that seemed logical! I was proud of myself for coming up with it, and for good reason. It was a great idea. Placing one hand on the cupboard that I had knocked on, I pushed down on it, hoping that it would work. If not, I was pretty screwed. Detention, most definitely. But then, Morris would find me too, and that was way worse. No, it just couldn't happen.

Outfit: Clicky!
Tagged: Kitten! :3
Notes: sorrynotsorry
Lyrics: A Shot Across The Bow by Mayday Parade

[kit angelo tatham]

Oh, so Caleb was hiding from something? That totally made it more acceptable to be stuck in a fridge. A fridge. What if there were like... little fridge monsters that the werewolf had ended up squashing while lodging himself inside the contraption. Fridge monsters were real. They were what made them work! They kept the food all cool and unspoilt for a while until they got old and died, meaning that the food they'd been working on would go off once they'd passed away. Different clans of fridge monsters were in charge of separate food types as they lived for differing lengths of time. You had to look after them too though. And squishing them didn't really count as looking after them. Kit already had the urge to draw all of this but, first, he needed to get his friend out from his hiding place. "You could've killed a few fridge monsters, Libby." Kit nodded, matter-of-factly, fully aware that he was making very little sense but not caring because it was Caleb; who also made very little sense even at the best of times.

Well, that hadn't been a very successful method of attempting to dislodge Caleb from his fridgey prison cell but running the risk of using his magical powers (or lack thereof) wasn't going to help anyone. The world would probably end up exploding due to Kit's failishness as a sorcerer. Which was bad, so he couldn't allowed it to happen. He could only hope that he wasn't going to injure his friend by going about things this way or Kit would probably drown in guilt forever. Then again, it was Caleb who had brought this upon himself. "I'm really sorry if this hurts but it's better than freezing to death, right?" The third year glanced down at his friend apologetically. They did appear to be making progress, which was good. When Caleb pushed back again the cupboard, Kit pulled harder and sent the both of them hurtling backwards onto the tiled floor. Nelly let out a loud, surprised meow and skittered further away from the commotion.

Outfit: Clicky! ⋆ Notes: meow :3 ⋆ Tagged: Libby!

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[caleb andrew winston]

The funny thing about quicksand is that, the more you try to free yourself, the more stuck you become. It's a well know fact that those people who stand flailing and trying to kick free of the trap will just sink faster than someone who stands still and waits for someone else to help them. It's amazingly similar, would you believe, with fridges. I learned that the hard way, as the more I tried to wiggle free, the more stuck I became. It was hard, and unfair, and everything. Why did fridges have to be so small? Why couldn't a well-meaning teenager fit inside one?

Apparently because of all those little fridge monsters that Kit started wittering on about. No wonder I didn't fit; there were probably billions in there! I didn't think about that! And now, because of that, I'd probably killed them all! "Nooooo! Don't say that!" I chided the wizard, more for my sake than his. I didn't want to be pegged as a murderer! Especially not of these fridge monsters, because they sounded like the cutest little things in the world. If I killed one of those, I would never forgive myself. Unless they were bad, which Kit didn't say or insinuate that they were.

It was a bit of a struggle now, considering how much I'd moved around in the fridge so that I could fit. It was crazy how stuck I could get! The fridge, although it should have been a surprise, really wasn't. I'd been stuck in worse positions before, too many to be counted. The fridge was boring compared to some of the other places I'd gotten myself awkwardly stuck in. But still! It was weird how something so safe could be so... grabby. That was the only way I could really describe it! It just wouldn't let go of me!

I laughed, actually laughed out loud when Kit apologized in advance for 'hurting' me. The thing was, no matter how much I loved the guy, he couldn't hurt me if he tried. Unless, y'know, he got all cursey on me, which I doubted he would or could. He was just too nice for that kind of thing. Besides, I was a lot less easily hurt now than I had been before. "I'm pretty sure I'll live, Kit." I snickered, placing my hand on a nearby cupboard to propel myself out of the tight space.

Little did I realize, however, that Kit was going to tug at the same time as that. And it wasn't just a little pull like it had been before. Whoa no, this was a fully fledged yank that had me hurtling out of the space faster than I could say "omgi'mgoingtodie". And, of course, the sudden movement meant that I ended up sprawled on the floor, right on top of Kit. I was laughing harder than I probably should have been, but hey! I was free now! I wasn't going to die anymore! And I'd managed to squash my friend in the process; two birds with one stone.

"Thaaaaaaank yooooooooou~" I said in a sing-song voice. I didn't bother to move for a minute, though - I was a bit about of breath from all the laughing, and I couldn't really be bothered, anyway, Maybe I could hide from Morris down here and keep Kit as company. That sounded good. "You're comfy, Kitters." I said matter of factly, grinning as I rolled off of him lazily. "Remind me to fall on top of you more ofteeeeen."

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Outfit: Clicky!
Tagged: Kitten! :3
Notes: sorrynotsorry
Lyrics: A Shot Across The Bow by Mayday Parade

[kit angelo tatham]

Kit thought that this was perhaps more painful than funny but it was Caleb; of course he'd end up hysterically laughing. The werewolf wasn't the one being squished here anyway, so yeah. Once he'd gotten over the initial thoughts of 'asdfghkjh paaaain', Kit began to laugh too. This was pretty ridiculous. He'd just freed his friend from being trapped in the fridge and saved the fridge monsters as well. He was hero! Kind of.

"Nope, I'm saving all my comfies for Nelly so you can't have any." the sorcerer stuck his tongue out at Caleb once he'd finally rolled off him. He was going to do his best to not let himself be fallen on again. It hurt.

Outfit: Clicky! ⋆ Notes: meow :3 ⋆ Tagged: Libby!

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[caleb andrew winston]

Now that I came to think of it, my poor little Harry-Potter-Wannabe looked awfully squashed. And, even though I probably should have felt apologetic, I huffed as inconspicuously as I possibly could. I didn't weigh that much, did I? That was horrible. He was being mean, acting all squashed to make me feel fat. But I could't find it in me to be too angry at him. Instead, I just laughed that little bit harder as I rolled off of him slowly, surely squashing him more, but that didn't matter. He wasn't really, really squashed anyway. A little bit, if at all.

It felt good to feel the floor underneath me again. I patted it as I lay there, staring at the white ceiling of the kitchen. I wasn't in a hurry to move. I didn't feel like moving. It was surprising how comfortable the tiled floor was underneath me. But then, maybe that was just the strange ability that dogs/wolves/anything-with-four-legs had to find anything and everything comfortable. Maybe I'd gotten that! Well. Being bitten had just become a whole lot cooler. I could sleep anywhere. Where to start?

Not right now, though. Because Kit was being wrong again. I frowned at his words, shaking my head. That... wasn't fair. Everybody needed a comfy friend. And, strangely, I didn't think anyone else would be okay with me falling on top of them all the time. I didn't even know if Kit was, but that didn't matter. Kit was my friend, he had to put up with me. Because if he, and my other friends for that matter, didn't, no one else would.

"Nooo, because that's selfish." I said, pouting. "And Nelly isn't a selfish cat so I'm sure she'd be happy to share you. And your comfies." I nodded eagerly, triumphantly, grinning at him. I liked Nelly. Nelly was nice. Even if Kit didn't seem to think she'd share. I did. And, well, I was always right. I never got things wrong. Kit should have known that. Which was why I was the one that was always right.

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Outfit: Clicky!
Tagged: Kitten! :3
Notes: sorrynotsorry
Lyrics: A Shot Across The Bow by Mayday Parade

[kit angelo tatham]

Caleb was horrible and mean and nothing more than a bully, Kit had decided. Only people like that would want to squish him in order to steal of his comfies for themselves. His comfies could deal with Nelly because she was small, well, compared to a human male. Compared to your average pet cat, Nelly was a bit on the large side but Kit couldn't tell her that or she'd end up getting upset. He couldn't be having that. Anyway, his comfies couldn't deal with huge comfy-hogs like Caleb.

"She wouuuldn't, trust me." he sighed, acting as if this was something for him to be sad about.

Outfit: Clicky! ⋆ Notes: meow :3 ⋆ Tagged: Libby!

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[caleb andrew winston]

Now, not only was Kit being awfully mean and hogging all his comfies, he was being rude, too. Nelly had an opinion. He wasn't letting Nelly have a say, and was just answering for her! That was unfair. Just because she was a cat and couldn't express her opinions herself. For all I, or Kit for that matter, knew, Nelly could have been a person that got turned into a cat by someone. And it wasn't fair that Kit was changing what she was thinking because Nelly would share comfies with me. I knew she would. Because I liked Nelly.

"She wooooooould~" I half-whined, looking over at Kit with big, brown eyes. "That's not faaair, anyway. Just because you're not nice and won't let Nelly share." I pouted, with a sad sigh. That was what was really going on here. It was Kit being mean, not Nelly. I was pretty certain that Nelly didn't have a mean bone in her body. "C'mooon. Please? Just a few comfies, Promise. I won't take any more than that." I wasn't that big, so logic said that I didn't need as many comfies as a big person was. This was only fair.

Outfit: Clicky!
Tagged: Kitten! :3
Notes: sorrynotsorry
Lyrics: A Shot Across The Bow by Mayday Parade