𝓒𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒃.ᐟ

Hm . . . perhaps he should've just left him on read. Raising an eyebrow. Tapping the microphone icon on his keyboard, not feeling like typing it out. 📲 — It's more . . . surprise, if anything. You'd think someone with a job like yours would be more occupied.

Not quite. Doesn't help that they seem to be rather disoriented due to his Evol. And while he's rather generous with his employees, bonuses don't include . . watching him. “ You're shameless. I don't know why I let you act however you'd like around me. ” Eye roll. Arms crossed.

He'd say he seems like that kind of person as well. Just due to . . . observation. Not sending anything back just yet. Tapping the picture and saving it. Nothing he's gotta know, though. 📲 — Nothing much. What are you texting me for?

-- next to him. " Sweet?! You're gross. Deranged. You make me want to *puke*, Caleb. " Sounding out words as he averts eyes from the violated garments. That same sweet scent that clung to the panties clings to his skin like a note of temptation - unbound even by the heat.

Haah . . . now his house is free to enter, great. Admitting he's doing that makes it seem even more embarrassing for him. Just . . . the fruits of his labor. “ For . . . tonight? Are you implying that— Ugh . . . of course you are. ”

Yeah . . . even though by now, those are bound to happen just by . . . virtue of being. Raising an eyebrow, sighing as he's swept off his feet. Did he even close the door before doing that? “ . . . You know I can walk just fine, right? ”

-> fish. "So, you *did take them, you *pervert!" He spits the words triumphantly, rather ignorant of the threat lingering in Caleb's words. "Spit it out already. And tell me where the rest are, too!"

Well — he did. More of a warning for future events, if anything. That was . . . rather quick. Thought he'd taken a little longer. Quite unnecessary, if he asks him. Opening the door, a loose crimson dress shirt on him, legs bare — if not for the red adorning them.

Peering in... Oh!

. . . Hmph. That'll do for now. Serves as entertainment while he waits. They were . . . good enough. Though, seems more like a gift for him, no? Next time he wants him to bring himself along with said garments so he can get something out of it. 💞

"Open-minded?! You fucked your nasty cock into my underwear, you damn idiot!" Seriously. This pair of panties *reek, and these are the newest pair to go missing. He doesn't want to think of what happened to the other ones. "Just admit to it already, you liar. You can't flirt

"Caleb." Angry fish, huh? Heat surging in the room - scalding like a flash fire. "These panties smell. They *reek. What the hell did you do to my underwear?" A pause. "Are you the reason my underwear keeps disappearing?"

Snatching them out of the air. And then almost immediately dropping them when his fingers meet a rather sticky spot on the fabric. Blink. Stare. Then a heated little noise, half rage and half flustered notes. " . . Did you jerk off with my panties, Caleb ?! "

A set he's aware of - Hey?! How long has he been watching - AHEM. They're .... Mmphf. Fine. They're his. They're comfortable. Is that an issue? 💢 Now tell him why he took them.