[ He shouldn't feel too badly, if only because Caliban had found himself in the same situation. Too distracted by the sights and indulgences of the city to find himself a decent contract.
There's an easy tug open of the front door at the knock and Caliban's just as barely dressed as he usually was. A open red shirt and tight black jeans. Looking more like a rockstar than what someone would think as a prince. There's a little flick of his eyes up and down the other before he's taking a step out of the doorway. ]
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There's an easy tug open of the front door at the knock and Caliban's just as barely dressed as he usually was. A open red shirt and tight black jeans. Looking more like a rockstar than what someone would think as a prince. There's a little flick of his eyes up and down the other before he's taking a step out of the doorway. ]
Come on in, handsome.