decay;

[Tokyo Chance]

[html]

It was him it was him it was him. He knew his name - he had said Calypso. Although, of course, if he were imagining Chael, the phantom would know his name as well. Yeah, Cally was alive still. More or less. Except, nothing he really did anymore counted too much like living. He just wandered around aimlessly; he was lethargic to the extreme, tired of everything and feeling like he'd already tried doing everything worth doing, rejecting it as unsatisfying. He'd been wounded too much by anything he's tried to care about... Well, unless this was real. Then maybe, maybe Chael would be worth believing in again, the beautiful boy that he'd given up any hope of ever seeing again long ago. "More or less ahm alive." Calypso replied with a wry grin. And then Chael proved himself to be real, because nothing he could imagine could weigh nearly that much. Both of them were more solid than before, but Cally's leg was still twisted and he fell over laughing beneath Chael's attempted embrace. "You got any more of that liquor around here?" Cally purred, nuzzling the neck of the wolf half-collapsed atop him. "Maybe we should shift." He murmured, although he didn't move at all, though, just laid there, enjoying the incredibly simple, non-arousing but just comforting sensation of flesh against flesh.

[/html]