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.]

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[that_cost]

I stayed and tried to help him. [ For a bit. ]

That's what you tried to warn me about, isn't it?

[useofcuriosity]

[He isn't certain how to answer, since he doesn't want any trouble for Roman. At the moment.]

You should stay away from him until we know what's happened to him.

[that_cost]

[ Charlie doesn't want trouble for him, either. At all. ]

Does he have anything to do with your current state? No lying, remember. I asked for you to be honest and you said you would.

[useofcuriosity]

I don't think so. No.

[that_cost]

[ She doesn't believe him but instead of displaying that emotion, she keeps it in check and keeps her expression neutral. Utensils are washed single handed, Noira's food is picked up and she quietly leaves the room. She settles on the floor just outside of her room and Noira bounces out followed closely by Cyndaquil. ]

[useofcuriosity]

"We heal faster. From wounds. It wouldn't be from that." It's probably from not feeding, he thinks. But he's never had a reaction like this before, not in a thousand years.

[that_cost]

[ Letting Noira sniff the bandages on her arm and listening to Cyndaquil quite possibly berate her for getting hurt, she turns to really look at Thomas. He really doesn't look all that good, and everything hurts because of it. ]

So what is it? Do you have any clue?

[useofcuriosity]

No. Stress. I don't know.

[that_cost]

[ She'll take his word for it and simply nod once before motioning him over. ]

Sit down, Thomas. Is there anything I can do for you?

[useofcuriosity]

[He sits down, leaning his head against the wall.]

No. What was the point of giving you that dagger if you won't use it?

[that_cost]

[ The look she's giving him right now. ] You're not implying I should use it on Stiles, are you? Or are you talking about Roman?

[useofcuriosity]

Why would I imply you use it on Stiles?

[that_cost]

Because I can never tell with you what you mean.

[ And she has a bad habit of assuming the worst of people. ]

I wouldn't have used it on Roman, anyway. I don't think he knew what was going on at all.

[useofcuriosity]

No. I don't think he did either.

[that_cost]

[ Thomas, Noira hopes you don't mind her inching her way over and trying to curl up against your leg, because that's what she's doing. She's usually not a fan, only doing this very rarely. ]

Think it's another weird pollen thing? Wasn't that what happened when everyone was so grossly happy?

[useofcuriosity]

[He eyes Noira, warily, but doesn't move. His dog keeps peering from the doorway of Stiles' room.]

No. I don't think that's what's wrong with him.

[that_cost]

[ Now Noira's eyeing the dog, tail twitching for a second before she settles and decides cleaning her paws is much more important. ]

Any ideas there?

[useofcuriosity]

I suspect he knows what's wrong.