Peace & Quiet

Calden bit the inside of his cheek and blushed, suddenly fascinated in the floor. "Th-thanks," he stumbled.

He gave himself a mental face palm and exhaled. "I didn't mean it like that. What I meant to say was that you don't look a day over seventeen." Nizamat said, trying to correct himself. He was never really good at words.

Calden chuckled. "Eighteen, actually," he corrected, lightly.

Nizamat smiled a bit and ran his hand through his hair. "Oh, see? I'm wrong again." He laughed and looked up at Claden.

Calden grinned, genuinely. There was a pause. "I don't think you told me who your parent was,"

"Well you never asked." He said in a teasing tone and sat up straight. "My father is Set. You know that god no one seems to like." He said with a slight chuckle. "He's the Egyptian god of the desert, storms, violence, evil, stuff of that nature."

"Evil and violence, and ruin and delusion," Calden raised an eyebrow. "We're quite the pair, aren't we,"

He blushed deeply and looked down at the floor, then back up at Calden. "Yeah, I guess we are." Nizamat grinned and bit his lip.