Calla
At the question about a last name, Calla paused. She mentally started freaking out. A last name? Of course, mortals had surnames! Think... Think... the former angel thought swiftly, gaze flickering all around the apartment. "My last name.." she began, allowing her gaze to settle back on Hunter. "It's Bennett. My last name is Bennett." she finally said, pulling the surname from her memory. She remembered a man at a local store screaming that name earlier in the day.
"It's no problem really it will be nice to have company around, it starts getting lonely living by yourself." Callista nodded as her charge spoke, replying to her thanks. She weighed the words as he talked. Of course he got lonely. She supposed, from observing, most mortals did after a while of being by themselves. For a long time Calla wondered why this human did not just pair off like the rest of them. What did they call that? She couldn't remember, but it was like they just randomly picked another person who seemed to be visually appealing, possibly mentally stimulating, to them and they just... Stayed together. It always struck the former angel as odd. Angels, on the other hand, usually did things alone- they weren't exactly "dependent" creatures. Calla then mentioned finding her "own place" soon.
"No there is no rush, I was looking for a long term roommate so please don't feel as though you have to leave any time soon." The blonde tilted her head slightly to the left as Hunter spoke, raising an eyebrow. The almost downward turn of his lips caught her off guard. Had she made him upset? Guilt settled in her hazel eyes, then concern. Maybe this was all one bad idea? Callista chewed her bottom lips as she thought.
"Well, I will gladly keep you company, Hunter Grey." Calla finally chirped once her resolution was made, mimicking his grin. It was a bad angel habit, calling mortals by their full names; she hoped he just wouldn't notice. That's when she told him if he had any questions to, pretty much, go for it and ask. Relief settled in the pit of her stomach and she breathed a light sigh at his words.
"Well how about we wait for that tomorrow that ask questions, its...holy shit its already 11:30, that's why I'm so tired, but ya umm you can go have a shower if you like and since it looks like you got no clothes with you I'll lend you some of mine for tonight." Calla nodded happily, figuring it would be best if she had the night to think up things to say to all the possible questions Hunter might ask. A shower.. That's what they were called and that is what the blonde definitely needed. Her skin and hair felt weird, and she knew she must have seemed repulsive. She watched her charge disappear back into the room he previously went into. His bedroom, as he had called it. Not long after he emerged from the room, holding a small bundle of clothing.
Taking said clothing gratefully, Callista only smiled a bit awkwardly as Hunter spoke. "They'll do fine." she promised, nodding at the rest of his words. "Okay, enjoy your bed." she went on, mentally face palming herself. Such a weird statement she did not think through before saying it. Waving back at her charge, Calla slowly made her way down the hall to the bathroom. Once she walked inside, closing the door behind herself, she eyed the shower wearily. That's what she was supposed to get into? Her brows furrowed, wondering why the whole thing was simply surrounded by glass. Most "showers" she'd seen had curtains. Did Hunter like to see himself in the mirror showering? Callista blinked a few times at the thought, settling the clean clothing down on the counter before tugging off the white shoes she had on. Then, peeling off the dirty clothing she had taken, she sat them on the counter beside the clean, walking over to the shower. Opening the slim, glass door, she peaked inside, taking a deep breath. How strange.
The handles for the hot and cold water took Calla a long time to work. When she had first turned them on, she only had the cold on and had jumped back with a soft yelp when the freezing water touched her bare skin. However, it didn't take her long to fix the problem. Having the warm water rush over her skin settled her nerves. For a few minutes she just stood there with her eyes closed, letting her mind rest.
Closer to thirty minutes later, longer than it took most, Callista was stumbling from the shower, eyes wide as she looked around for a towel. Digging around underneath the sink she found one, wrapping it around herself swiftly.
Once she got the clothes Hunter lent her on, Calla looked in the bathroom mirror with a look of horror. The boxers hung low on her hips, but luckily, the grey tee shirt came down to a little lower than mid-thigh, covering everything that was needed. Turning around, the blonde kept examining herself, still not used to the whole "human" thing yet. It was going to take a lot of getting used to.
The next morning Calla awoke with hazy thoughts, having not opened her eyes yet. Where was she again? The soft, downy cover was embracing her softly, and she was spread out in one of the most awkward positions on the large bed. It was weird waking up comfortable instead of on a hard surface. Oh, I'm at Hunter's house. she thought lazily, then her eyes flashed open when recognition struck. She sat up quickly, the swift movement causing her head to swim. She was in her charge's house. She made it. Her plan was coming together! A grin tugged at the right corner of her mouth. Hearing sound coming from the living room or kitchen area, Calla swung her legs off the side of the bed, standing up. She smoothed down the large shirt, yawning as she lifted her arms above her head, groaning afterwards. Sleep was another odd human thing, but it was nice.
As Calla crept out of her room, she ran her hands back through her messy hair in a lame attempt to tame the wild mane- at least it was clean. "Hunter?" she called lightly, tiptoeing down the hall, as if she was afraid of making a sound.