Calvin Claus

Calvin was Santa Claus's son. He he's cold, but hot looking. Growing up he and his siblings had to help during Christmas. They would wrap gifts and load them into the sled for their father to fly off and deliver. Calvin hated this. He didn't like packing gifts. In his eyes it was absolutely stupid. Why couldn't the people just buy their own gifts? Now he's 25 and Santa Claus gave him the job of delivering gifts this year. Calvin didn't want to, but he had no choice. Now he had to go around the world looking like a red potatoe sack in his father's suit, which was obviously too big for him. ________________________________________ -About him- A: 25 L: Looks like in picture. P: Arrogant, cold, sarcastic. Height: 6,6 ________________________________________ -About you- A: 22 L: beyoutiful. P: Choose. Height: 5,4 ________________________________________ -Story- You're a university student, but you went to stay with your family for Christmas. It was Christmas eve and everyone was asleep when Calvin slipped through your chimney into your living room. He was packing the presents underneath the tree when he saw cookies and milk on the table. At least there's one good thing about delivering presents for him. The cookies and milk. He finished and was about to leave when he heard a noise. He turned around and saw you walking to the kitchen. You seemed to be sleep walking. You were on your way to get a midnight snack. He stopped and looked at you.