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 Posted: Mon Oct 03, 2011 11:24 am
He'd gotten finger paints all over his mattress making the picture he was making. Bright greens and reds and some orange and pink and something that looked like a grayish brown color where the colors had run together. Then there was the matter of Charlie who was dripping with pain ALL over his room.
He'd made a mess and this was nothing new to the demon. Messes weren't forever after all. Not when you knew how to clean at least. And lucky for Charlie, cleaning was one of the few things the young pink haired demon excelled in. One of the few. Most other things the demon wasn't so great at.
Charlie didn't bother taking off his paint covered clothing. He dragged his paint covered sleeves as he went to gather cleaning supplies from the closet. More paint spread everywhere. The room looked like a rainbow murder scene. But it was all good. Charlie could clean all this up by him self! He was good at cleaning after all.
But when he did find the cleaning supplies he needed he found that all the paper towels had been torn up by his wishing comet Ryth. The demon glared at the little wishling who in turn gave its master a cheshire like oops grin. That was okay though.
The demon grabbed Ryth, who in turn let out a very surprised mreow, and with some quick work, made a make shift cleaning sponge. Ryth, who pretty much was now tied up, was all but thrilled with this idea Charlie had. Charlie was thrilled though and now he could clean.
He filled his bucket with water and soap and dipped the now mreowing Ryth in and started to scrub the floor as hard as he could. Ryth let out cries every time Charlie dipped him in to the watery soap bucket but Charlie ignored it. He just turned his headphones up to ignore the cries his mini pet gave out. This system seemed to be working until Ryth broke free.
The now free Ryth, drenched and looking more like a drowned rat, let out a mighty hiss at Charlie. Ryth charged Charlie but slipped on the sudsy floor below and instead slid right into the demon. Which actually worked out in Ryths advantage. With two clawed paws the wishing went fast to work clawing Charlies face.
Now it was Charlies turn to let out a yelp. The demon pulled the wishing away from his face and threw it across the room. But Ryth wasn't quite done with Charlie yet.
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Posted: Mon Oct 03, 2011 7:32 pm
It was all Charlie could do but to stumble on the very slick soapy floors. Ryth was in hot pursuit of the pink haired demon offender. And Charlie was doing his best to not slip in the wishes path. Which he was failing pretty bad at right at that moment as he flailed and stumbled in to a wall.
Ryth, of course, took this time to leap at Charlies back head. And he leaped with quite a bit of success and clawed wildly at Charlies head. Blood and pink hair flew at random. It took Charlie a long moment to get a grip on the wish but he managed.
Ryth was not happy about this and it showed in the way he flailed wildly trying to get another swipe at its master. Charlie was smart this time and held Ryth away from him self. He really probably needed to either go see nurse Cricket or get Ryth declawed. Or both.
But that was a different story.
Charlie let the pissed off wish down and patted it on the head. Ryth gave a stubborn deep throated moan of disapproval but did not swipe at Charlie again. Even if the demon really did deserve it. Ryth understood that Charlie was just Charlie and there was no fixing what was already broke.
But now Charlie had another problem. All this soap and... now blood... all over his dorm room. The room was almost more worst off before he'd started his cleaning campaign. Almost. Well if Ryth wasn't about to be the sponge then Charlie supposed he'd just go ahead and use his bead sheets. He could wash them later after all.
He wadded the sheets up and began to scrub with as much effort as he could. But Charlie soon found that this was ineffective thanks to his own blood leaking out on the floor. The damage the Mini had done had been a lot worse then he originally thought. Funny though, he didn't feel bad. Charlie felt alright.
But he was getting no where fast. And these cuts weren't about to go shut them selves up. He needed to find some one with proper medical gear or bandages or something. Maybe a loli pop? Point being. He'd never finish cleaning with all these cuts.
So Charlie, wet and bloody, abandoned his cleaning post and went off to find some one to help.
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