Trevor's apartment, Metropolis DE, early evening

[hotshot1280]

Trevor finally finds his phone, fishing it out from under a layer of glitter-coated feathers, and dials Caleb's number from memory. As he waits for his friend to answer, he looks down at himself, burning away most of the glitter from his bare chest, legs and head.

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[caleb_z]

Caleb is in his study in his apartment when his cell phone begins ringing. Actually thankful for the break from the hours of studies that have occupied him this evening, he sits back, and rubs his eyes with one hand while he retrieves the phone from his pocket with the other.

“Hmmmm,” he mutters as the Caller ID identifies the caller as Trevor.

“Hello.”

[hotshot1280]

"A glitter bomb? You sent me a fucking GLITTER-BOMB?!"

[caleb_z]

Caleb begins laughing at Trevor as he leans back in his chair, and decides that he’s done quite enough research for one evening.

“Happy birthday, old friend.”