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 Posted: Mon Oct 03, 2011 7:39 pm
Charlie had made more of a mess then he'd intended. Who knew cleaning up after finger painting could be so deadly? Using Ryth as a sponge had been a very regrettable decision on the demons side. Very. Regrettable.
And now Charlie was covered in scratches, blood, finger paint, and sudsy water. He smelt of pine trees at the very least. But he looked like a walking nightmare. Which in Halloween wasn't a bad thing. Well it wouldn't have been to bad if he wasn't covered in his own blood.
And now the limping demon stood at a certain Reapers door. One he knew for a very long time and tended to rely on for things. Mac. The demon wasted no time banging his fists on the reapers door and yelling.
"MAC OPEN UP!"
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Posted: Mon Oct 03, 2011 7:48 pm
Mac hadn't heard that voice in a long time; it was good to hear, even it is was as abrupt and loud as always. ALWAYS. He dropped his pen, more than happy to answer the door for his buddy, his friend that he admitted that he missed more than he thought he did.
"Charlie, you---" Mac's happy tone and big grin faded instantly as he registered what he was seeing. Charlie...was covered in colours, suds and, more disturbingly, blood. Charlie wasn't supposed to bleed like that. He wasn't the type to bleed for no reason...and of course it took him no time to see the cuts that littered his little friend. "DUDE ARE YOU OKAY?!" Mac demanded, reaching out to grab Charlie's biceps, hoping there wasn't any cuts under them. "WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED?!" He couldn't control the pitch of his voice as worry set in; Charlie did stupid things, but he didn't remember the last time the Fallen Angel got this beaten up...
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Posted: Mon Oct 03, 2011 7:55 pm
Charlie was still smiling even with Macs panicked tone.
"Its okay. I just need a bandaid I think. I learned mini pets aren't mops," Charlie frowned. "Owwww. Let my arm go bro... Kind of stings..." Charlie winced a bit under Macs hands.
He was happy to see Mac despite the circumstances.
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Posted: Mon Oct 03, 2011 7:58 pm
Mac blinked slowly. "A bandaid? Bro, you need like --- maybe an entire jackin' suit of bandages." As soon as Charlie winced he took his hands off of the boil, grabbing his long sleeve instead to tug him into his room. "We'll make you a Mummy." He murmured, trying to make light of it; at least he was still smiling, there was always that.
"...Why were you using a mini as a mop, doofus?" Mac had abandoned the boil by then, going to dig around his bathroom for a first aid kit or something.
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Posted: Mon Oct 03, 2011 8:02 pm
"Thats racists Mac," Charlie pointed out about the Mummy comment. But even still Charlie let out a bit of a chuckle. Charlie often made racists comments with out meaning to some times.
"If I get to be a mummy does that mean I get the cool powers too? Like turning water into wine?" He had his mythology mixed up. Then Macs question got him back on track.
"Oh right. Ryth tore up all my paper towels and there was nothing else to use. So I used him. Hes really mad at me." Charlie winced again.
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Posted: Mon Oct 03, 2011 8:14 pm
"Nuh huh, I'm just helping the Undeads get more business." Mac shrugged with a thin chuckle. He did try to not be racist, but he couldn't help it. Bad Mac, bad. "...Sure, bro, whatever you want." He was talking from the bathroom, more like a distracted parent than actually paying attention to what was being questioned. When he returned he did so with his first aid kit and a damp towel, tossing the former on the desk and handing the latter to Charlie.
"...I don't blame him dude, you wouldn't like being a towel either." He sighed, but at least it was good to know the Demon wasn't attacked by one of those Hooded things from the island. His throat hurt just recalling it.
"Wipe yourself down man, get that...stuff offa you...or shower, that's cool too." He jerked his thumb in the direction of his bathroom.
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Posted: Mon Oct 03, 2011 8:28 pm
The comment about the undeads getting more business confused Charlie. He lifted a brow a little unsure what he meant by that. Charlie was pretty sure he'd not like being undead.
"Yeahhh I suppose it wasn't fun. But I wasnt sure what else to use. I used a lot of paint after all." The demon complained to his thread in an almost whiny voice. Almost.
Then Mac told him to take a shower. Charlie gulped. Not that Charlie had poor hygiene. He actually took good care of him self. But Charlie was slightly nervous after his slippery encounter with the floor suds.
"I... Umm..." He twiddled his thumbs, "C-can I shower a little later?" Showering later was probably a bad idea.
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Posted: Mon Oct 03, 2011 8:30 pm
...Suddenly, the suds made sense.
"...Err, yeah, sure. But at least wipe yourself down 'fore you get some FEAR infection!" The damp towel was held out to the boil, the Reaper looking mighty stern. He waited for the towel to be taken from him, and then he started digging around the first aid kit for the bandaids, not sure where to start.
"Soooo what did we learn from this?"
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Posted: Mon Oct 03, 2011 9:07 pm
The mention of a fear infection was enough to scare Charlie in to doing as he was told. He normally was one to argue but today. He did not want a fear infection. Those were bad. Even Charlie knew that.
"Learn?" Charlie was busily wiping down his wounds. "Uhhh... Mini pets are friends, not mops?" He tilted his head. "Andddd... that you better be getting me a super hero bandaid," He gave Mac a smirk. Only Charlie wasn't kidding. Mac had better be getting him a super hero bandaid.
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Posted: Mon Oct 03, 2011 9:20 pm
"Good boil." Mac snorted before laughing, ruffling that mop of pink hair. The kind-of-threat was met with an eyeroll. "Come on man, you know me better than that." Seriously, Charlie! Questioning Mac's choices in bandaids, who did he think he was?!
"Batboil or Superthing?" Chardonnay or the House Wine?
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Posted: Mon Oct 03, 2011 9:23 pm
The demon did protest a bit when his hair was ruffled but he didnt protest much. Just a bit of a 'HEY', and a swat. But nothing to over the top like Charlie usually did when he disapproved of something.
Charlie was a bout to open his mouth with an unwitty comment about Macs tastes when he shut it again. Mac really had Superhero bandaids? Charlie felt he shouldnt be surprised but he was.
"Batboil. Of course." He crossed his arms and gave a bit of a huff like Mac should have known.
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Posted: Mon Oct 03, 2011 9:28 pm
"I figured." Mac did something a little odd then; he actually started putting the bandaids on his friend, making sure they covered what they needed too and held the other things in place. When he was done he leaned away, and it became apparent why he had been do nice:
The bandaids were plain ones. Completely undecorated, average bandaids.
It was probably also why he was rushing off to put the first aid kit back.
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Posted: Mon Oct 03, 2011 9:32 pm
Charlie was surprised at the amount of care Mac was giving his cuts. And if he had been brighter, he may have suspected something. But Charlie didn't question the care Mac was putting in to addressing his cuts.
But then.
Then.
There was no batboil bandaids.
Only plan ones.
Mac had betrayed him! Charlie wasn't sure what to do or say. Suddenly being a mummy sounded cooler then this. The plain bandaids were not showy or fun they were just plain and boring and more boring. And Mac..
"Maaaaaaac..... WHYYYYY!" He fell to his knees dramatically. Still, Mac had done something kind for the demon. He had addressed his wounds with proper care. The ID in Charlie did not allow him to see the silver lining of no batboil bandaids though.
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Posted: Mon Oct 03, 2011 9:35 pm
The moment Charlie wailed, Mac started laughing loudly from the bathroom.
When he returned next, it was with a handheld mirror (it was safer to not ask why he had one), and then picked up a marker from his desk, handing both out to Charlie. "They're draw-your-owns." He said helpfully, grinning from ear to ear.
"But seriously Bro, are you okay?"
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Posted: Mon Oct 03, 2011 9:40 pm
Charlie yanked the marker from his friend and muttered something unkind. He had started to draw, poorly, on his bandaid but stopped the moment Mac asked if he was okay.
Magically, the selfish little kid melted away and was replaced with a bit of a confused little boy. Mac was worried? Really worried about him? For reals? Deep down Charlie knew that Mac cared about him. It just surprised him when ever the boil showed real concern from him. Mac was the cool dude who didn't have emotion that Charlie aimed to be like some day.
"...Yeah. I m fine. Really." His brows came together now feeling concern for Macs concern. It was inception of concern.
"But you tricked me so prepare to pay with marker face!" He gave Mac a teasing grin and tossed the marker back and forth as if it was a knife.
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