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Who Callie

maggotbone and Hellboy

inhisrighthand
Where Hellboy's place
When right after this
Warning Good God who knows. Anything from destroying his apartment to going full out succubus?
Summary Callie decides she needs to see Hellboy's place and possibly redecorate.
Format whatever goes

Figures, just as she moved out of this shithole she's on her way back. Apartment 613, huh? Funny, he was a floor above her and she didn't even know it.

Walking up to the door she knocked, folding her arms over her chest and tapping her heel against the floor, waiting.

Yes, she brought a flail.

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The door opened, revealing Hellboy, who leaned down so his head didn't hit against the door frame. His eyebrow lifted slightly as he glanced at her. Was that actually a flail? This was a very, very bad idea.

"Callie," he said, his voice betraying some of his general frustration with life. He motioned for her to come inside with his massive hand.

The apartment was just as normal as she had expected, with its plain couch, small, old TV, and set of generic kitchen appliances. It only appeared lived in thanks to a couple beer bottles sitting on the counter and some identical brown trenchcoats draped over the back of the couch.

"Hellboy," She walked in. She couldn't help but smirk, noticing the curious look at her weapon. It was hilariously tragic how human he was.

Setting the flail down by the couch, "House gift. Keep it." For the love of all things dark and terrible in this world, he needed something dark and twisted besides the blood in his veins. She looked around, and after a moment Callie looked back at Hellboy, her nose scrunched. "My Dark Lord, I was actually right." She shivered a bit. "And this doesn't bother you? Like. At all."

"Gee, thanks," he muttered as he moseyed over to the fridge, his hoofed feet making a distinct clip-clop sound against the tiled floor. "Just what I always wanted."

He emerged from the fridge with a beer, popping the cap off with his hand. "Nope. Thinking about getting a cat, though." Of maybe a small dog. That'd be nice. But that probably wouldn't meet with her approval. "You want anything?" he asked, motioning to the fridge.

Callie moved her hands to her hips now, "Hold on, I'm letting what you just said sink in a little." A cat? A cat. What was wrong with this demon? Tilting her head, she answered his question. "Sure. Whatever you got." She wasn't picky. Beer wasn't her first choice, but she'd drink it.

And she sat down on the arm of the couch, crossing her legs. "So I need to ask. Why a cat? Are you a single demon? Possibly lonely or gay?" She shrugged her shoulders. "Not that it matters if you are, just trying to get a vibe here."

Well, since his fridge pretty much only had milk and beer, and it'd be kind of weird to serve a guest milk, beer it was. He pulled another out, popped off the cap, and handed it to her.

"Jeez. It can't just be because I like cats?" he muttered, leaning against the counter. It was true that he was single, but he was 70-freakin'-years-old. If he'd been that interested in finding true love, he probably would have started about 50 years ago.

She took the beer and took a swig, rolling her eyes. "Well, sure, if you had to go with any kind of pet, cats aren't a bad choice." What with the fangs and the claws. Callie took a moment to try to imagine this beast of a demon with a cute little kitten. Oddly adorable, but massively disturbing. Why did she kind of like this guy again?

"Still. An interesting one. Demons aren't really known for their capability of helping something live. The only case I've seen it work out was with demon babies, and even then it's mostly the battle of trying to survive when its molting."

She shifted a bit on the arm of the couch. "Ok, so how long have you been living here again?"

"Hey, I was pretty good when I was a kid," he stated, waving his bottle at her a bit. "Had a dog that my dad made me feed and take care of and all that crap. Didn't really have time for a pet when I got older, so I figure I'll try my hand at it again."

He shrugged. "Since I got here. A couple months, I guess."

"Hm." Callie rose an eyebrow. He'd been living here a couple months... an the place was almost spotless. ...if no one else responded to the roommate deal, she was going to have to find a way to convince him to live with her. From the looks of it, it would be almost like he wasn't there at all. Except there would be the issue of having hot mass of demon in her apartment. Psh, but she was stronger than that, right? She could handle the dumb ape, even if he did act like a human.

She drank some more, cracking a smile. "Well, when daddy gave me a hellhound for my tenth birthday, mom made me give him away because he ate the sitter. To be fair, he ate her whole save for an arm, and was nice enough to share. Mom was afraid that since he had the taste for human flesh though, he'd try to eat her and bury her in the fake ficus plant." She sighs, reminiscing. "Ahhhh, Fluffy."

Callie broke away from the memory, tilting her head at Hellboy. "But pets are different when you're older than when you're a kid. When you're a kid it teaches responsibility and all that stuff."

Ok, Callie, you're derailing from your predetermined goal here. "But, yeah... I guess cats are pretty self-reliant, so waaaay better than dogs..." She looked around the apartment. "... I think you need to move. This place is just wrong for you." Whether that was true or not, she didn't care. She wanted a roommate.

"...You named a hellhound Fluffy? Really?" Ah, all the things he missed by being raised as a person instead of a demon. He didn't think he'd be losing any sleep over them.

"Yeah? And it just so happens that you're looking for a roommate?" He took a swig of his beer. It didn't take a genius to see what she was getting at. "Sorry, lady. Believe me, I'm better off on my own."

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"Hey. I liked Fluffy. It was cute in that hideously awkward kind of way" Callie pouted a moment, bringing the beer up to her lips. And then he caught on to her. She got up with a huff.

"Ugh! Really? Don't think it's not even a little embarrassing for me to even think about asking you or anything!" She rolled her eyes. "Tch. Figures the one thing you got right about being a demon is living alone."

He just let out a frustrated sigh. He was trying to remind himself why he thought this whole meetup was a good idea... and drawing a blank.

"Yeah, good for me. Just don't think I want to be murdered in my sleep." Among other reasons. She was mostly tolerable, but he got the distinct impression that living with her would lead to nothing but trouble.

"I'll have you know by living with me the chance of me ripping your head off just to see the splatter is actually a lot less than you think! Rent money after all." And then she paused, looking at him up and down. "You know, I hate to say it but you're probably right. It wouldn't work out. Living with a guy I'd want to wreck and bash his wannabe human face in at the same time is a dangerous combo."

Callie drank more and walked over to him, sitting the beer on the counter and thinking about the flail she brought. She had a couple ideas of how to redecorate right now that involved hitting the walls a good hundred times. "So what's your ideal place like?" She couldn't wait to hear his response.

"That's reassuring," he muttered. He might have said 'good luck with that,' given how many demons had tried to kill him in the past, but he got the impression that she might actually try.

"Always had a soft spot for England. Something small and Victorian would be nice." He shrugged a bit. Of course, the chances of turning his apartment into a recreation of an English cottage were not exactly realistic.

She sighed, surprisingly, a little happily. "Oh, England is great. America has a lot of the fear ingrained in their lives, but England has it in their entire history." And then Callie let out a snort. "Sorry if I have a hard time imagining a beast like you in a Victorian."

"What the hell kind of reason is that? You like anywhere because, I don't know, it's nice?" he grumbled. "Yeah, yeah, I know. I should have a castle with a burning moat, right?"

Callie sighed. "Ok, fiiine it's nice." And she smirked at him. "Maybe if you were 200, a moat of lava is classy. Sure." And there was that thing he kept doing. Being cute in that gross human kind of way. Her eyes heated up and she decided that maybe she should make this trip here worth her while. Arching her back, she pressed herself against him. "You know, you may be a little ridiculous, but there's something kind of likable about it."

"Uh... thanks," he muttered as he tried to wedge his stone hand between them and pry her off of him. He had a sinking feeling that this meeting was going to a very uncomfortable place.

She turned, feeling that stone hand push on her. Biting her lip, her hand seemed to transform into something more claw-like. Her eyes glowed and she scratched her claw against it. "So, mind telling me more about this arm of yours? Haven't met a demon with one of these."

Claws and glowing eyes? Not good. "Damn! Back off, lady," he growled, pushing her away with his huge hand. Her scratching seemed to have no effect on it at all--there weren't even any marks. He wasn't about to explain its significance, and especially not to another demon. They tended to get a little excited about that whole 'key to the apocalypse' thing.

He pushed??? No man, needless to say demon ever pushed her away. Callie's brows narrowed and she snarled, pushing back at him with much more strength that would be expected from a woman her size. "Back off yourself, you ape!" She spoke in a demonic tone before she reverted back to her mostly-normal appearance. "A girl tries to get cozy and you start shoving." Yeah, it was confusing, she couldn't decide if she liked it or not.

He stumbled back, but caught himself on the counter. Damn. She was stronger than she looked. He lifted his right hand to defend himself, but relaxed a little when she returned to normal.

"Jeez, you're a succubus, aren't you?" he grumbled. It really made a lot of sense, what with the whole 'trying to get cozy' thing.

"Of course I am!" Suddenly the urge to kiss his face off subsided. It was probably for the best. "Idiot." Callie muttered under her breath before brushing her skirt flat. A tail had grown about the same time as her claws, and that too disappeared to her "normal" appearance.

"So what's your deal, big red and humanly? You don't get excited?"

"Yeah, I get excited when women grow claws and have glowing eyes." Just not the kind of excited she wanted, apparently. Sorry, Callie. Maybe if he was about fifty years younger, and didn't know all kinds of terrible things about demons.

"Obviously." She scoffed, finally deciding maybe she should actually find out more about this guy than just brushing him off as some wannabe human weirdo. "What exactly did you do back home anyway? Clearly not having a sexy rumpus with hot lady succubi, and nothing demon-associated. You're the weirdest hellspawn I've ever met."

He wasn't going to let his guard down this time, so he kept his distance. "Uh, thanks. I mostly did paranormal investigation. Worked for the BPRD up until a few years ago."