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WHO: Topher and Calvin
WHERE: Presidential Suite of some swank hotel
WHEN: the night of Angelica's intervention or whatever
WARNINGS: two hyper "children" and no adult supervision
SUMMARY: Topher is having a sleepover. With Calvin. You know, his six year old friend.
FORMAT: whatever idek okay

Topher had made sure that everything was perfect before taking a limo to pick up Calvin from his guardians. This was something important, something Topher had never before experienced, so of course he was sparing no expense for the night. The Presidential Suite of a usually overbooked hotel in the middle of the city was readied for their arrival. Movies, video games, and more junk food than even an army unit could consume waited for the pair. Of course not everyone was as excited as Topher. His usual pair of bodyguards grumbled to themselves over having to babysit another kid. Wanting to keep their well paid jobs they said nothing to anyone about their irritation.

Arriving exactly at the time promised, Topher didn't even wait for one of the suited men to open the door before he was practically bouncing out of the limo and right to Calvin's door. He knocking a little beat and tried to force himself to relax.

This was going to be so awesome!

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The blankets are laid out in the most comfortable positions possible, which really just means building a giant nest. Sorry to the random maid who will have to clean this up.

"Oh definitely. There are probably cameras in this room too so they know when to launch their sneak attack."

"You're right, they would do that! We need to cover them all up!" Calvin immediately starts grabbing more sheets off the bed and throwing them over any furniture or walls that might possibly have a camera hidden in them.

Seriously, whoever that maid is, she deserves a raise after dealing with this.

Whatever, it's her job.

Topher grins and grabs the cushions from the couches (yes there is more than one) before tossing a large sheet over their fort to act as a roof. "Are you into action figures? I have the whole collection of that Power Rangers knock-off this world came up with."

Grabbing his duffel bag and kicking off his shoes, Topher heads into the fort.

"I'm six! Of course I'm into action figures!" Honestly Topher what do you take him for. Calvin swiftly crawls into the fort right behind Topher. He unzips the duffel bag without anything remotely resembling permission and starts going through the guy's stuff.

"Where are they? Are they in one of these pockets?"

Topher opens a few pouches. "Hold up, you're going to lose the accessories." He doesn't care that Calvin is digging through his stuff just that they get all the good stuff out. "I have the collector's mount too, but I left that at the office."

There's a knock at the door causing Topher to pause and pop his head out of their fort. "Did you order more room service?"

Calvin's head popped up right next to Topher's, puzzled. "No, we've barely touched the buffet so far. Who could that be?"

If it was anyone interrupting their fun, the visitor was in big trouble.