How have I not replied to this since August how in the hell.

mint frost asks if he's pretty like he doesn't already know. That throws confusion and something like alarm to the front of his mind. Why didn't Mint know how gorgeous he was?

"You're beautiful, Mint."

It's sincere. Not the false voice that speaks, even if sweet, but an echo from something more genuine. For anyone who knew Calem, the real him, this would be terrifying. This was now more than a conquest. The monster inside of him had lifted it's head and really looked at Mint. It had seen in him something it wanted deeper than sex or his blood.

It wanted consumption.

So Calem listens to Mint's sweet confession and he reaches out a hand again. To take the other's hand and bring it to his lips in a soft kiss. His eyes are warm as he looks up at Mint from under long lashes.

"Would it be presumptuous of me..." His voice is deep and thick and low, whispered just for the two of them. "To ask you to be... only with me?" He scoots closer, just a little. Once again a beast wanting to pounce.

"Your... boyfriend, in simpler terms." There was no time for flowery language here. He wanted to cut through any potential confusion. "And may I... kiss you?"

"He is wonderful, isn't he?" Calem grins at jayden cross in answer about mint frost. It was cute to watch the blue haired man play with his line. "I've actually known Jayden since we were children, Mint. I used to play with his older brother." How much did Mint know about Jayden's family? How much was he revealing? Well, he could worry about that later.

Since Jayden and Mint seemed to have it together, Calem tossed out his line once again to see what he could fish up.

With that done, he approached a lonely looking luka chêne on her sad corner by herself.

"You look mighty lonely over here, dear. Would you like to join myself and Mint?" Smiling and nodding, Calem assumed that the pink haired woman knew his date.

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Calem followed mint frost, making sure the other didn't fall, bemused at his antics. He would see a sunburn already forming on the other's nose; he would be sure to tease him about it later. While Calem was not personally familiar with most of the people here, his eyes did snap to jayden cross. A small pat on as he retrieved his own fishing rod.

"You're Mint's best friend?" Since mint frost had claimed as much anyway. Chuckling, he went back to his date, hoping to help the other untangle his line so they could fish. "I'm afraid I've never tried. I'm a novice as well." Was what he answered Mint.

A smile and wave was given to his other companions. Since I am on a time limit and need to be a QUICK BITCH.

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Average Lanturn

mint frost didn't pull any punches. Or asscheeks.

Calem barked out a laugh when the other came at him, bracing himself. He pushed back, letting his own back cheeks do the talking for him as he pushed against the other.

At some point he needed to get a proper grab of Mint's assets. With hands.

"May the best butt win, Mint!"

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What Calem sees reflected back in mint frost's eyes is vulnerability.

Like the monster he is, Calem would pounce on it. Use that small crack as leverage to get what he wanted.

This time he doesn't.

It's as if the painting has mollified him. Or maybe something about those seaglass green eyes makes the terrible thing he calls a heart lurch. Whatever it is, Calem isn't done toying with his food just yet.

"You're nervous." Gentle, of so gentle, like Mint was made of the finest lace. For the real reason Calem could never guess.
So, of course, his conclusion is wrong when he tries to think about why that might be.

Turning to face the other, the Mint of now and away from the ghost of his past, Calem holds out his hand to him. Palm up. A little shift, a scoot, to bridge a bit of the gap between them on the couch.

"I hope you don't think I'm... expecting something of you, Mint." He, like Mint had before, glances up at the waiting shadows of where his bedroom hid. "I didn't bring you here with that intention. I, ah... not to say I wouldn't, you're very pretty, but... ah."
His cheeks turn bright pink and he glances away. As if he stuck his foot in his mouth by accident.

Something whirls in his mind and he wonders why he's bothering with this. Why Mint not smiling is eating at the void in his chest in discomfort.

Calem clears his throat and licks his lips. He glances back at Mint with something like determination.

"I really like you, Mint. I want to treat you as something more than... a booty call."

And step up to the floatie Calem did.

The redhead felt more like a shark as he eyed mint frost's flushed cheeks and summertime swimwear. Yet he just smiled sweetly as he took his position.

"I hope I'm not intruding." The shirt that Calem had been wear was pulled off, just the skintight bodysuit underneath sticking to his every crevice and muscle. It left very little to the imagination. "I saw a very cute guy here and was hoping to meet him... blue hair, about your height..."

A wink and he took his position.

Kicking his feet, Calem surfaced with his latest prize in his evil little grasp.

He was soaked. Had been all day.

Hmm. He wondered if mint frost was getting all slippery and wet today.

Focus, focus.

Another deep breath and another dive.

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Calem hauled himself back onto a Mantine, hair soaked to his head. He spat out salt water and grinned.

He was going to do this damned Magikarp Splash if it killed him.

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Picking up a ball, Calem did his best to hurl it at the goal.

I can't see Greyson Connors's roll so who even knows who he could potentially knock down!

Let's hope he got his chance to sit in the big boy chair.

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For what it's worth, Calem doesn't notice.

He's a man who prides himself on reading people. On forcing them to tell him secrets. Yet here in his home he had let his guard down. mint frost could do anything to him he wanted. Work the redhead like putty in his hands as long as that painting is out.

So Calem fetches a crystal glass and puts perfectly clear ice cubes inside. Sparkling water is poured from a tap. A bottle of strawberry is grabbed from the fridge for himself; to be polite since Mint didn't want alcohol. Coming from behind the bar, he smiles sweetly at Mint and sets the glasses down on his table, under coasters of course. Yet when he sits his eyes inevitably find their way back to the art piece.

He has no idea that Mint is watching him so closely.

Mint would be able to see how his face softens. The person that Calem could have been, that Mint doesn't know doesn't really exist, shows for a moment. A soft look of vulnerability.

"The man claimed it was a Fisk, but I've never seen anything like this come from any of them." Calem sounds like he still doesn't believe it. "Also no records of a piece like this. The art world is tight knit in it's own way. This wouldn't have went under the radar from such a famous family." Even here Mint couldn't escape that name.

"I'm still not sure what she thought she would gain by lying to me with her gift. I only kept it because... well..." He makes a vague motion at the piece with his glass.

"When I look at it... it feels fuzzy, like a dream you wake up from and you want so badly to go back to. You can see the desperation in each stroke. This lovely scene is haunted by something." For a moment, just a moment, the smile he always kept thins. Calem's eyes, fixated still on the painting, seem to be elsewhere. "It's a cheery facade to hide misery underneath. It's a final plea for something to change. This painting is so faceted that... well, it's a shame I don't know who made it."

Calem glances back over to Mint, finally, pulled from whatever trance he had been in. He gives a small and sheepish smile, as if embarrassed.

"Sorry if I'm boring you."

"A model? Ah, I've always heard that it's a harsh job to have." He gives a little nod, taking off the metal lid of his bottle; this is that fancy soda, after all. Glass bottles and metal twist turn tops.

"Have you ever thought of being an artistic model?" And here was the meat of what Calem wanted from @artimis. "I have an acquaintance who creates statues; he is desperately seeking a model to work off of for his latest piece."

It was also one of the people that Calem himself was sponsoring. He wanted those sculptures for his Gallery.

But, he shrugs and shakes that off.

"What brings you to Hoenn?" There is a tight smile and a small sigh. Not that he had stopped smiling this entire conversation. "It is not exactly... the friendliest place, I've come to learn." More like disasters happened every five minutes.

Calem's handshake is firm. Another sweet smile at @artemis- then he's sweeping the other upstairs.

Once or twice they pass impressive pieces of art. Calem can't help but stop and wax poetic, if only for a moment, about the pieces. Yet, quickly, they find their way into his office. It's plush and fancy. A fridge is opened with lots of fizzy and bubbly drinks, high price. He motions to Artemis to take what he likes.

Calem grabs some strawberry drink and sits down behind his desk.

"Sorry if this has been a lot. I get very eager when meeting new people." At least, for the moment, Calem is polite.

"Has anyone ever told you that you have a lovely bone structure?" A small laugh, the pink of a flush creeping onto his cheeks. "Sorry, that's odd to say. I mean it as a compliment, I assure you."