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He hadn't heard Mada calling him, working on standing up, muttering how he had to move before his leg buckled, making him collapse. "don't touch me!' he exclaimed, backing away into the wall behind him. He gave a short yell as the knife was removed, panic slowly starting to subside as he looked at the god-awful tacky bows in that girl's hair. Finish it with a kiss? That was sexual harassment, charlie jerking his head away as Mada touched him. he didn't want to be touched, he wanted to move, get out, and quickly. "No, there is nothing to talk about because I fear nothing." he said, taking his knife and rubbing it clean on his jacket, placing it back against his hip where it belonged before the bag was placed on his other. Gray eyes looked at the pink-haired girl, the genderless being chewing his lower lip before speaking. "If I were to travel with you, your morning would become like what you've just witnessed. Not every morning, but often enough. Though I suppose this time I'll be healed instead of letting time heal it." he admitted.

Exciting? She thought it was exciting?! The teen scratched the hair on the nape of her neck, adjusting her hat. "It all depends, sometimes the wounds aren't as deep, a small cut is all I need to wake up from the night terrors." He explained, but the time of merely cutting was long ago. The terrors, the illusion was getting stronger. "No, no thank you I'm not hungry." She gave a weak smile, going toward the front doors rather hurriedly and peering out. A dust storm had indeed come during the night, the wind still howling and blowing it around, though on a much smaller scale. He sat against the wall beside the doors, looking at Mada practically on the other side of the room. "You may eat. I am not hungry." The light helped, it kept the shadows at bay.

No, he wanted to walk through, he was antsy. She was antsy. Charlie itself was antsy and needed to move, to walk around, to get away from the increasingly number of shadows the room was developing. Openign the small bag he took out the flashlight, aiming it at his face before his thumb started to press the button. Flashlight on, flashlight off, flashlight on, flashlight off. "we can wait for it to die, the worst of it passed through the night." She explained, not looking at Mada, but looking at the back wall. "It should take an hour or two, but if we're lucky it would be an hour. Maybe forty minutes, perhaps." On, off, on, off, click click click click. That was twice now Mada hadn't touched him, three, no, four times. Her gloves were really handy, he couldn't use his ability if he couldn't touch the skin.

The only noise was the clicking, click, click, click, click. On and off, on and off, the shadows kept on growing. Why? Why? Why were they growing? At the mention of his pants being hemmed Charlie's legs snapped to his chest. "No, they're all right. trust me you do not need to hem my pants. They're just fine." He couldn't risk having his pants taken off, he'd be ridiculed like he always was, even Post-War. He wouldn't be accepted.

"Don't touch me!" She exclaimed, thankful that her voice could go either which way as her leg was straightened. Charlie did try to jerk it away from the gloved hand but the grip was tight, in the end the hermaphrodite was laying on the ground, one leg stretched and the other still bent, but half of Charlie was in the sun. That was good, it was warm, it removed the shadows. "I think you have, but I can't tell." The teen sighed, looking down at Mada. Insane, bow-wearing girl.

The other checked her pants, thumb running over the hardly noticeable seam. "I need to make a fuss. I like these clothes." And they hid his lack of a gender. Scooting into the sunlight she sat there, watching the small clouds of dust dance with one another, turning, kicking, dipping, gracefully moving across their dance floor. The heat of the sun beating down behind the yellow world splashed with colors of rust and steel. He felt something touched his hand and looked down, a rather large and hair tarantula climbing onto him. The smallest flare of panic before he reminded himself that tarantula's were hardly deadly, their toxicity low. "I seem to have made a friend." And lifted his hand curiously, watching the hairy appendages latch onto his skin, slowly, curiously climbing onto the fabric.

Her eyes widened, was she afraid of tarantulas? Or just spiders in general? If Charlie remembered correctly arachnophobia was a common fear, He smiled, wishing he didn't know what she feared. "Tarantula's aren't very dangerous. Their bite is about as deadly as a wasp sting. though I suppose those can be deadly." It was nearing Charlie's elbow now. "I haven't either. I wonder what it ears to live in such a dusty land. Lizards, perhaps?" She questioned. "Want to hold him?" And offered his elbow toward Mada.