cape_kore | video || Day 83

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video || Day 83

[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.]

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[Charlie rolls his eyes, and drops the drugs on the bedside table next to him. He hates looming over the bed like this, but he doesn't trust himself sitting on it, either. So he just kneels at the side of the bed, arms cross on the covers.]

You don't gotta pretend when it's just me in here, Meyer.

I'm not...

[A long sigh.]

Okay. Yeah. It hurts like hell. Worse than a lotta things I've felt. And I feel fucking helpless.

[He's not looking at Charlie as he says it. Honesty is one thing -- Charlie wouldn't have let the matter drop until he was honest -- but being comfortable about it isn't happening.]

See. Didn't die or nothing.

[It's fucking hard, being this close to Meyer and not being able to touch him properly, so he just sort of bumps his head onto the back of Meyer's hand. It's one part that looks unscathed.]

Didn't enjoy saying it, either.

[He lets Charlie bump against his hand for a moment, then stretches out his hand, reaching for the drugs.]

Give me that. But you've gotta help me, okay?

[He hates asking for help, but the pain is getting steadily worse.]

Yeah. Just tell me what to do.

[He hands the packet over, perching just on the edge of the bed.]

Just help me sit up, okay?

[If this weren't so painful, it'd be laughable. He'd never thought he'd be asking Charlie to prop him up so he could do some drugs.]

[Not anything he thought he'd see himself doing either. But Charlie slides onto the bed a a little more, so Meyer can lean on him if needed. Gently as he can, he brings his arms around his shoulder to prop him up.]

Just fucking hit me or something I'm going to fast.

It's... fine.

[He's breathing hard, though, like this is more exertion than it really is.]

What I say about fucking lying. Slow down.

[He waits until Meyer's mostly seated up, then gives him a line across the back of his hand.]

[Meyer doesn't often use any of the products they deal, heroin specifically. It's not because he doesn't like it, but because he knows that given the chance, he could like it far too much. This time, though, he rationalizes, it's for medical use. He just wants the pain to go away. As soon as he's done the line, he feels better, although he knows that's mostly his brain telling him the pain will dull soon, not the actual effect of the drug.]

Thanks.

[He can feel Meyer relax, just that tiny bit, against him, and he lets out his own sigh of relief. The drugs go back in the dresser drawer, and then he's easing them both back down, slow as he can.]

I guess I really should sleep.

[He's not tired, but he knows he will be soon enough. In the meantime, he offers Charlie a slight smile.]

It's a good thing we don't have more of that.

[He gestures to the dresser drawer, indicating the drugs.]

I was just thinking it's a pity we didn't bring more. After you waste is alls we ain't gonna have much to trade no more.

[He follows that up with pressing his nose into Meyer's hair, close to a kiss but not quite. Because what is consistency.]

Don't worry, I'm not gonna be using any more of it. I'd rather have cigarettes.

[Enough so that he'd rather be in pain, so that they have something left over to trade, apparently.]

I'll find us some more.

[Honestly right now if Meyer said owning the moon would make him happier, Charlie would make a valiant effort to bring it down.

He's not pulling away yet, because Meyer hasn't told him to, and he doesn't seem to be hurting him. Besides, it feels too good, having Meyer in his arms like this, to give up right away.]

I know.

[That says a lot right there, that he trusts Charlie enough just know he'll do what he says. He relaxes into Charlie a little, already feeling the drugs taking effect. There's a part of him that wants to apologize for getting injured like this, for inconveniencing both of them, for concerning Charlie, for using up their drug stash, but he's not sure how to phrase it. Maybe later.]

[He keeps his arms around Meyer, pressing a few more kisses into his hair and the side of his face, anywhere he can reach without moving Meyer around.]

It's fucking ridiculous, the shit we been through and now a fucking saber tooth tiger.

[He laughs, a little more cautiously this time, remembering how much it had hurt to really laugh before.]

Yeah. If you'd've told me a month ago that the biggest threat to my life would be a tiger, I'd've called you crazy.

Don't fucking rule it out.

Well, you are crazy.

[He feels better already, but he knows that's the drugs talking.]

You're probably right. I should probably sleep.

[He might as well take advantage of the hazy warmth spreading through his body as the drugs take effect. It'll wear off soon enough, and then he'll be in pain again.]

Yeah. Sleep. I ain't going no wheres.

[Probably literally. He presses his face into Meyer's hair again, breathing him in.]

Okay. I won't be asleep for long.

[He knows that's not a promise he can make, but even as his eyes start to slide shut, he wants to reassure Charlie that he's fine.]

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