"Bored." Calder said, sighing as he slowly tore off another strip of the large blueprint he had on his chest as he laid on the ground. "This place is so boring." He tore off another strip as he watched the rays of light from the large windows reflect on the ceiling. "People are boring." He tore another strip and finished the blue sprint before gathering the pieces on his chest and throwing them up in the air to fly down like little bits of invention conffetti.

Prom had been a huge letdown, and after a while, he just stole Barth and went back to their room. Even then, Barth could never keep up to pace, and Calder was left bored again. He wanted to do something, but all avenues left him unfufilled. Everything was boring. Everything lacked.

Rolling over, he looked out across the room. With Barth asleep, he took out his frustrations on the luxuries the demon had. The nice table wasn't as sturdy as he first thought, three of it's legs broken and now lost somewhere in the mess of torn and scattered pillows. Books had been picked from their shelves and tossed on the ground in piles. Some were missing a page here and there. Random parts were rolls across the floor and a few others thrown - but Barth didn't wake up ever. No anger. No thing.

Rolling over on his stomach, he looked over at the bed and wondered if he could carry Barth into a full bathtub and see if he even woke up - but he felt sure that the demon wouldn't or wouldn't struggle.

It was all so boring, and nothing felt fulfilling.

"Ugh." He picked up a wrench beside him, rolled over onto his back, and threw it behind him to wait for the sound it made when it hit the wall. Something shattered. Probably not important.