IC contact

[that_cost]

"It's Charlie. Leave one."

[ooc: IC contact for charlie. also good for action spam, text messages and phone calls. doesn't count towards AC.]

Comments

[useofcuriosity]

You don't sound fine.

[he does sound pretty awful, though.]

Nothing happened.

[that_cost]

You suck at being honest.

[ She's not cracking first. ]

[useofcuriosity]

So do you.

[that_cost]

You're exasperating, you know that?

[ Charlie sighs. A door opens and the sounds shift from outside where it's quiet to the sounds of the clinic. She really should have hung up before opening that god damn door. ]

[useofcuriosity]

I'm allowed to be. Where are you?

[Where is HE? Because it's WEIRDLY quiet where he is, and his breathing is...stilted.]

[that_cost]

At the clinic, alright?!

[ She didn't shout it, but the tone was short and oh so very annoyed. ]

I ran into a problem.

[useofcuriosity]

A problem. Did someone bite you?

[How specific.]

[that_cost]

No, because then they'd have the problem.

...why, did someone bite you?

[useofcuriosity]

I'm fine. I called Frances.

[that_cost]

Why did you call Frances? And honesty, remember? Honesty. You're not fine. You sound hideous. Try again.

[ to someone in the background: ] I fell and landed wrong. It hurts from the elbow to the fingertips.

[ At least she's good at lying to people who aren't Thomas. ]

[useofcuriosity]

So she wouldn't go out either. If she's going to come and get me, that's not my fault.

[that_cost]

[ Charlie sighs, shaking her head some. ]

Just head home, Thomas. You can prevent her from getting hurt, too, okay? Try it. You might like the results.

[useofcuriosity]

I'm waiting for her to get here.

[that_cost]

If she gets hurt, I'm blaming you. Because it is your fault for not making her stay inside.

[useofcuriosity]

That's nice. How you talk to people.

[that_cost]

Just....I'm sorry. [ She means it. ] I'm worried about the both of you. Stay safe and keep her safe, too. Please.

[useofcuriosity]

Did you tell her not to come outside?

[that_cost]

No. I didn't know anything was wrong so how would I know to tell her?

[useofcuriosity]

That's why you lied to the clinic, hm?

[that_cost]

Oh, my God. Leave me alone about that. I'm really not in the mood.

[useofcuriosity]

Something bit me. Don't let it bite you.

[that_cost]

I won't. See you at home.

[useofcuriosity]

Yes.

[that_cost]

[ It's only a couple hours later when Charlie walks in. Her elbow and wrist are wrapped but other than that? She looks fine. She tries to duck into her room but Noira has an empty food bowl and there's half a can of cat food in the fridge. So she's in the kitchen carefully measuring out wet and dry food and sort of frowning about having to mix anything right now. ]

[useofcuriosity]

[He watches her come in and do these wanderings from the couch, wondering if she saw him and if so if she ignored him. He wouldn't be surprised. After a while, he'll make his way into the kitchen on slightly unsteady legs. Watching her from the doorway.]