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[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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"I dOn'T lIkE ThEiR ShElLs."

"Yeah, terror to pick out of your teeth.

"I once saw a bloke stabbed by a shaft of light, was that your doing too?"

"MAyBe. I Do LoTS oF tHinGS. A LoT ArE bAd."

"No, it wasn't so bad. He was okay afterwards, not even bruised."

He leans his head on his arm. "So what do you do that's bad, Del?"

"StIcK bUgGiES oN PeOpLeS ArMs ThAt ArEn'T tHeRe UnTil ThEy ScRAtCh To ThE bOnE."

"Ah . . . so that was your doing," Charlie murmurs.

"YeP. BaD."

"It was scary," Charlie admits. "I like the colors better than the bugs. And the singing. I like the singing a lot."

"ThE SiNGiNg Is NiCe. AnGeLiC Or DeMonIc."

"I've never heard a demon sing. I've had an angel sing me to sleep, though. That's really nice. And not a dream."

"CoUlD Be a DreAm..."

"I've had demons sing in my dreams . . . I had an angel sing in my arms. Much better experience, I must say." More coughing. He pulls over a pillow to get more comfortable.

"WhIcH AnGeL?"

"Bartleby. Bartleby, Bartleby, Bartleby. My beautiful, perfect, lovely, amazing, doesn't-love-me Bartleby."

"I gAvE hIm A pUrPlEyPiNkPlAiD FeAtHEr. HaVe YoU SeEn iT? AnD WhY DoEsN'T hE lOvE yOu?"

He opens one eye to look at her. "Purple pink plaid? Huh. Must have missed it.

"And . . . because. Because he's a perfect ethereal being and I'm an scruffy bassist from Manchester who cheats on him."

"I tHiNk He LoVeS yOu." Cause she's all about the happy endings. "AnD. YoU ShOuLdN'T Do ThAT!"

"I know . . . but I do a lot of things I shouldn't. I'm very good at doing things I shouldn't. Practically a second skill.

"And he's got a somebody. He doesn't need me to be his somebody. He's got one. He's not here, of course, but that just makes it easier, yeah?"

"YoU ShOuLd Be GoOd. AnD HapPy. AnD. SoMeTiMeS pEoPLeS WAnt moRe ThAn OnE SomEboDy."

"I'm happy when I'm good." He nods.

"Do you have a somebody? I liked having a somebody. It felt good."

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

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

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

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."

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