Kidling!Cal. (open)
Caliban is sitting on the steps, frowning at his feet, determined not to cry. Niko doesn't cry, so he's not going to.
He can't be more than nine or ten, though he's small for his age, mouth in a little serious line, scuffing at the dirt. He doesn't know where his brother is, and while Sophia doesn't seem to be here either and that's good, he's worried about Nik. Who knows what he'll do if Cal's not there? Of course, that's the issue. Not that he feels completely and utterly lost sans his brother.
Nik's always there. Always.
So how come he's not here now?
He can't be more than nine or ten, though he's small for his age, mouth in a little serious line, scuffing at the dirt. He doesn't know where his brother is, and while Sophia doesn't seem to be here either and that's good, he's worried about Nik. Who knows what he'll do if Cal's not there? Of course, that's the issue. Not that he feels completely and utterly lost sans his brother.
Nik's always there. Always.
So how come he's not here now?