Chapter 37: [37] The Honest Con
"Home sweet home," Xavier muttered as he unlocked the door to apartment 1103.
The familiar scent of their shared space greeted them—a mix of Calypso’s perfume and the lingering aroma of this morning’s coffee. Xavier dropped his bag by the door and immediately headed for the bedroom.
"I’m changing into something that doesn’t make me feel like I’m playing dress-up," he called over his shoulder.
Calypso kicked off her shoes and put both hers and Xavier’s up. "Same. These uniforms are so restrictive."
Xavier emerged a few minutes later in gray sweatpants and a black tank top, rubbing a hand through his white hair. He found Calypso already sprawled on the couch in tiny black shorts and an oversized t-shirt that slid off one shoulder. She’d pulled her hair into a messy bun on top of her head, with several strands escaping to frame her face.
"Much better," Xavier said, dropping onto the opposite end of the couch and closing his eyes. "Fuck school. How do people do that every day?"
"It wasn’t that bad," Calypso replied, shifting to place her bare feet on Xavier’s lap. "I thought it was interesting."
Xavier cracked one eye open to look at her. "You would. You’ve been processing souls for centuries. This is probably the most excitement you’ve had in years."
"Many years," she agreed, wiggling her toes. "And yes, it is nice to experience something new. Even if that something is sitting in classrooms listening to humans explain things I already know."
Xavier let his head fall back against the couch cushions. "Speaking of things you know, you promised to explain the Soul Bond system properly."
Calypso sat up straighter. "I did, didn’t I? But first, tell me what you remembered. I want to see how much you’ve understood on your own."