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[bloodyrockgod]

[ooc: post kegger]

Charlie lies on his bed and shivers. He's sweating to the point that his t-shirt is damp. He pulls off his sweatshirt and kicks off his shoes, then pulls his sweatshirt back on.

It occurs to him this is more than letting himself get too cold today, but it's too tiring to move and seek help.

Instead, he just lies there.

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[surexit.livejournal.com]

[ooc: *wants to comfort him* *sighs*]

[bloodyrockgod]

[ooc: *would love to be comforted*]

[surexit.livejournal.com]

[ooc: gah. *has cousins round* *cannot play tonight* *sends charlie fuzzy!vibes*]

[bloodyrockgod]

[ooc: alas. I don't know if I'm going to let him be sick a while or bring him out, so I may just leave him there a while.]

[silver_flecks]

"Hi."

[bloodyrockgod]

"Erm?" He lifts his head and blinks. "Hullo."

[silver_flecks]

She peers at him for a moment before declaring, "TiNiEr FeEt."

[bloodyrockgod]

He looks at his feet and then back at the girl. "Well, I'm not a big bloke so they're kind of small. Ish."

[silver_flecks]

"ShOuLd Be BiGgEr."

[bloodyrockgod]

He nods in agreement. "True." He blinks at her a few times. "Have we met before? I feel like I know you."

[silver_flecks]

"I KnOw LotS of PeOpLe. I'm. GoOd ThAt WAY." She grins. "I'm DeL."

[bloodyrockgod]

"Hullo, Del. Charlie. I'm Charlie, I mean." He blinks at her more. "I like your hair."

[silver_flecks]

"HeLlO ChArLiE. I lIkE YoUr NoSe."

[bloodyrockgod]

He laughs and coughs. "Sorry. Stayed out in the cold too much today.

"Thank you," he adds politely. "It is a rather unique one, I'm told."

[silver_flecks]

"ShOuLdN'T Do ThAt. AnD It Is NiCe. GoOd FoR TiNy FeEt And BiG EArS."

[bloodyrockgod]

"And bad teeth," he says. "And painted fingernails." He shows her.

[silver_flecks]

"OoOoO...PrEtTy." She nods. "I, um. LiKe."

[bloodyrockgod]

"Thanks. I like 'em too." He coughs again and wraps his sweatshirt tighter around himself. "Probably ought not hang around much. You don't want my germs."

It may or may not be telling that he's not even questioning what a strange girl is doing in his room.

[silver_flecks]

"DoNt GeT GeRmS."

[bloodyrockgod]

"You're very lucky." He sneezes. "Sorry.

"So, Del. Angel, god, or demon? And I hope you're not an angel because I've had quite enough of those, thankyouverymuch." He sneezes and coughs at the same time. This takes skill. Well, not so much skill as timing.

[silver_flecks]

"NoNe Of The AbOvE. I'm SoMeThIng ElSe."

[bloodyrockgod]

"Hm." He nods. "Me too. Probably a different something else, though, yeah?"

[silver_flecks]

"YeAh. I'M. DeLiRiUm."

[bloodyrockgod]

He nods again. "I'm a bassist.

"Does that pay well, being delirium? Good benefits package?"

[silver_flecks]

"No. BuT I GeT tO bReAk PeoPle."