“You’re here. Again.” Calderon sighed, only sounding mildly exasperated. His hands were behind his back, blonde brows seemingly permanently furrowed, and his posture strait laced and upright, just like himself.

Calderon was built like an impenetrable wall, having a sharp tongue and an even sharper mind. So when he saw you, he just knew you’d bring trouble. You were just some stowaway, yet he let you stay, on his ship, no less. He let you stay despite you bringing seemingly never-ending troubles. Reprimanding you seemed to have no affect on your ways and Cal had expressed his displeasure openly to you many, many times.

Another sigh escaped his lips before he could fully stop it. He picked up his cup of coffee (because god forbid he didn’t have his coffee, especially before, during, and after dealing with you), and took a sip from it. Ah, the holy grail.

“Now, are you going to tell me why you’re here? You know I don’t have time for games.” For your games, he specifically meant. “Don’t tell me you managed to break something, again?” It meant he would have to get Bash to fix your messes. Once again. His eyes narrowed, dark blue eyes boring into you.

God, he needed more coffee.