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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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[silver_flecks]

"GoOd Is HaPpY. I hAvE A SomEBoDy. He'S NiCe AnD SwEeT anD gOoD iN BEd."

[bloodyrockgod]

"Good is happy. Happy is good. And good is bed is happiest of all."

[silver_flecks]

"YeS, YeS iT iS. I hAvE To, um. TeAcH hIm, bUt. Is GoOd AnD wOrTh IT."

[bloodyrockgod]

He looks at her again, really focusing this time. "Aren't you, like . . . twelve?

"No, no, of course not, silly Charlie, nothing here is as it seems. Particularly multi-color-haired girls." He lies back again. "I don't mind teaching. It is worth it."

[silver_flecks]

"OlD." She nods seriously. "Is! AnD fUn!"

[bloodyrockgod]

"Much fun. I miss being happy-in-love. This being lonely-in-love isn't fun at all. You're very nice--despite the bugs under my skin, which I forgive you for because nobody forced the smack on me--but I wish Bartleby were here.

"I miss him."

[silver_flecks]

SHe considers. "I cAn MaKe YoU tHiNk He Is..."

[bloodyrockgod]

He regards her very seriously for quite some time. "I wouldn't mind him singing me to sleep again."

[silver_flecks]

She gently reaches out and touches his forehead. And then it seems like there's a voice singing. "MeRrY, um. ChRiStmAs."

[bloodyrockgod]

"Thank you," Charlie whispers, eyes closing, body relaxing, Bartleby's voice in his ears. "Thank you."


[ooc: end?]

[silver_flecks]

She grins. And then she's gone.

[ooc: End.]

[bloodyrockgod]

[ooc: thanks :D. that was cool :D]