Advice... Quick! (Eric)

[Calliope Gallo]

Calliope was in her room sitting at her desk, trying to look or focus on other things. Like studying or something. But that wasn't really working. Her mind was clearly elsewhere. Why? Because she needed advice. She had something important on her mind and she needed someone to talk to; someone who was going to be honest with her.

She thought about it before pushing her laptop to the side and retrieving her phone.

[Eric: Aaaaderfos, are you busy~?]

[Eric Jones]

As a guy who had a bit of a reputation for being a party animal, lady killer, and general cool dude, Eric was known for not really caring much about uni work. Assignment vs party was always a no brainer whenever someone asked.

But stuff catches up with you, and he had a report due in two days that was not nearly ready. At all. So the stylish young man was leaning over his desk and scowling at his laptop, fingers tapping at a rate that really should have been a whole lot faster. The buzz from his phone was a welcome distraction. He glanced at the work on his computer then at the phone and smirked to himself.

[Callie: Never too busy for you, Callie cat. What's up?]

Hey, he could take a break. He was working hard!

[Calliope Gallo]

A small sigh of relief escaped her as she saw that he was not in fact busy. I mean, Callie highly doubted Eric would send her a message saying he was too busy to talk to her, but it was still a relief.

[Eric: You're good with people, right? Like... Dates. And stuff. Right?]

Why did she just send that?

Callie pressed the phone screen to her forehead as if face-palming herself through the device.

[Eric Jones]

Eric's expression was an interesting combination of indignation and overpowering smugness as he read his sister's text. She had to ask? Pssh.

[Callie: I do ok for myself, yeah.]

He paused for a moment then cocked an eyebrow, as if she was right in front of him and the older sibling could demand answers from her face rather than via phone. There were a few reasons he could think as to why Callie would be asking about dates. They all included her, his little sister, being on one. Or having been on one. That part he was less sure of.

[Callie: Who is it, do I know them, how did it happen?]

Was that everything? He would think of more soon.

[Calliope Gallo]

Callie stood up in her room, launching over to the wardrobe to start sifting through her clothes. It was like Eric had said; clothes were impressionable about someone, and they really did say a lot. He normally helped her out when she was a little confused about what to wear. She ran her hand along the racks of dresses, separated by the occasions they suited.

She did this all to avoid answering the message, because she wasn't sure how to explain it to him. Sure, he knew about her orientation. Her brothers were the first people she told and they reacted like she figured they would; it didn't matter who the person was. Male or female, they were going to be skeptical and worry.

[Eric: It's...]

Callie sent it off. A single word.

[Eric: I figured...]

Again, a disjointed message. She took a deep breath, cursing herself for probably making him worry.

[Eric: I have a date, Eric.]

Enter. Enter. Enter. Another message.

[Eric: With a girl.]

[Eric Jones]

Eric's good natured expression was starting to melt into something a little more worrisome. It wasn't like Callie to be so... well, to be so disjointed. She never had a problem saying what was on her mind, was she alright?

Should he go over there?

Better ask.

But before he could send the message, Callie seemed to find her tounge (so to speak). A date? He'd thought as much! Letting out a sigh of relief, the teleporter started to write out a 'Way to scare me' message when his phone buzzed again.

Huh. Well. That was unexpected. Eric frowned at his phone, then at his cat who was sleeping on one of his jumpers (damn it Balls) then back at his phone. Callie had never mentioned liking girls before, but then, she'd never really been into labels anyway. So he thought better of trying to throw out words like bisexual until one stuck, and instead settled on something simple.

[Callie: What's got you so stressed?]

Because hell, he knew her well enough to tell with Callie was dithering.

[Calliope Gallo]

Calliope had to stop herself when she felt that she was holding her breath for his answer. Advice. He was the best to give that when it came to dating a girl, right?

His message back had her confused. Why was she stressed?

[Eric: Not sure. But it's... Do you know what I mean?]

Callie fell back into her bed. He must have been so confused, but there wasn't much she could convey over text. He knew her face said everything she was feeling when she couldn't explain it.

[Eric Jones]

He could have laughed... well, he did, actually, a bit. How the hell was Eric supposed to get anything from that? She must be feeling pretty scattered if his sister honestly thought she had given him nearly enough information to form any sort of consensus.

[Callie: Back up a bit, C. I'm lost.

He sent that quickly. [Callie: Are you nervous? Excited? Have you dated girls before and not told me because that's just hurtful.]

[Calliope Gallo]

Callie felt her lips fall into a frown. She was aware that she wasn't making sense. This messaging thing was more of a pain at this point. She felt the need to explain herself...

[Eric: I told you and Niko that I MIGHT. But I never actually have before.]

Then she paused, rolling over to rest on her stomach and bury her face in the pillow. Was this a bad idea? She looked up to the phone again.

[Eric: Just pretend I never said anything.]

[Eric Jones]

Eric sighed and rubbed a hand over his face. Such a serious feeling from his fun loving, all dancing sister? And now she wanted him to just forget she had said anything. Ha, the very idea was absurd.

[Callie: Naw, can't do that.] he sent back, rubbing the back of his neck. Knowing his little sister was this worked up about something bothered Eric deeply. And it seemed he was failing pretty hard at helping. [Callie: Take a breath, C. Put some music on, and use your words.]

A pause. The work on his desk was by now being totally ignored; this had ruined the momentum anyway, and who cared, really. [Callie: I can be there in literally two seconds, you know.]

[Calliope Gallo]

Callie knew he wouldn't forget. She wasn't sure why she bothered trying... When she got his other message, she sluggishly drew herself up from the bed and retreated to the stereo, plugging in her iPod and throwing it on shuffle.

She let the underlining base line wash a little of her nerves away. Her limbs started to itch to move along with it Now who was being the idiot?

Looking around the room quickly, she gave herself a small nod to know that it was clean enough for his arrival. Not that he would care... But she would.

[Eric: Fiiiine.]