"Oh, you could do that?" Heiji shrugged; on the long list of shit that had gone down since he'd gotten here, sitting on Calhoun didn't even make his top five.

Plus, he'd still never made out with Calhoun. No one could take that away from him.

"Well, whatever. I got this kit and a journal for Clive to write stuff in. So try not to get stabbed or anything, but if ya do, I'll help ya out."