video || Day 83

[dowhatisays]

[Charlie doesn't look so good right now. Seems to be a theme with him when he's desperate enough to actually post on this thing. But the welled up anger and frustration about this whole situation is itching under his skin to do something. Like subject the whole town to his dark-circled eyes and ridiculous curly haystack of hair. You're welcome.]

Anyone got a fucking soup recipe or some shit? Like we even got anything to fucking cook with.

I got shit to trade for it if you do got any.

[He gives the camera a glare, clearly seeing if he has any other reason to say anything. Apparently not. The feed ends.]


[ooc: After the 'Meyer getting attacked by a tiger' plot. Charlie is home with the sicky and not happy about it.]

Comments

[dowhatisays]

[You're lucky he's too depressed to mention the panties comment.]

Sounds like a fucking waste of beer.

I dunno. Some canned shit. Ain't no one got much these days.

[magnets]

I'm just throwin' out suggestions! Alls I know is beer makes it better, alright?

Wanna be more specific? Hey, man, you're the one who's so hellbent on makin' soup for whatever reason.

[dowhatisays]

I gotta have a fucking reason to make soup now?

[Eugh, he's going to be fielding questions all fucking day.]

Do people not get soup when they're sick wherever yous is from?

[magnets]

Man, I'm askin' what you got in your damn cupboards, you don't gotta have a reason to make soup. It's, like, soup.

Why, you sick?

[dowhatisays]

[Stop using logic on him, Pinkman, it's an unfair advantage.]

No. It's Meyer.

[magnets]

[ He only has so much to offer, Charlie, okay, you take it. ]

Meyer. [ He says a little uncertainly, and then, ] He okay?

[dowhatisays]

Long as he stays the fuck in bed reckon he should be.

There was a tiger.

[It sounds stupid to say it out loud. His partner got attacked by a fucking tiger in the woods. Hilarious.]

[magnets]

There was a-

[ He cuts off and leans a little forward, agitated. ] He went into the woods?

[dowhatisays]

Don't fucking worry, I'm giving him shit for that.

[magnets]

What'd he think, people were kiddin' about all the shit out there? Jesus. He isn't too bad, is he?

[ Wait a minute. ] Yo, so he ain't sick, he's just, like, injured. What're you makin' him soup for?

[dowhatisays]

I got no idea what he was fucking thinking.

[Wow, rude.]

It works the same, don't it? 'sides it ain't like I can cook much else.

[magnets]

Uh. But ya don't know how to cook it.

[ Ugh. Caring. ]

Ya want help?

[dowhatisays]

Never had to fucking cook before, had I?

[He's a bad Italian, he knows.]

Why. You know how to cook?

[magnets]

Sorta?

[ He knows how to cook a steak and he makes a mean mac 'n cheese; that counts, right? ]

I mean, we can figger it out, huh?

[dowhatisays]

We? Why the fuck do yous care?

[magnets]

Cuz Meyer's a cool dude? Duh?

[ Because they're working on something and his getting injured is something of a concern! ]

[dowhatisays]

Yeah. He's real good at thems first impressions.

[Unlike his partner.]

I ain't going no wheres for a while.

[That's basically an invitation, better roll with it.]

[magnets]

And it ain't like I got anythin' better to do.

[ Tsun harder, guys. ]

Maybe I'll stop by.

[ Actually, he's gonna grab his coat right now. ]

[dowhatisays]

[If he tsuned any harder he might explode.]

You wanna be extra useful you can always bring the booze.

[magnets]

Yeah? Ya got your priorities in order, yo. [ It's okay, he can dig it. ]

What house you guys at anyway?

[dowhatisays]

When I comes from, it's a big fucking priority.

Yellow one. Down by the water.

[magnets]

Yeah, yeah, got it.

[ It takes him a good twenty minutes to get all his shit together, stops by the bar to pick up a couple of good stuff before he shows up at the door, raps on it with a free hand. He's got a six pack dangling from his fingers and a bottle of scotch tucked under his arm. ]

[dowhatisays]

[Charlie opens the door, looking disheveled and tousled-haired, but his eyebrows raise appreciatively at Jesse's haul. He likes you, you can stay. Forever please.]

You mades it. Kitchen's through here.

[magnets]

Yeah-huh. [ Hey, he's a man of his word. And he really does like Meyer - Charlie by association too, he supposes - so he's going to make do on showing up. He starts to follow Charlie through the house. ] You get anything started yet?

[dowhatisays]

Would of done if I fucking founds anything.

[In the middle of the table is a few cans of vegetables an half a bag of rice. It's pretty pitiful. Charlie's been staring at it for ages willing it to transform into real food.]