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Post by clouds just clouds on Feb 18, 2015 22:33:56 GMT -8
[SKIP]
After nearly an entire night of trying to call his father and receiving voice mail, and then quietly crying into Laurence's fur, Charlot left his phone where it was--charging on the floor. He didn't see any reason to get rid of it, but he didn't want to keep it...
And getting rid of it himself felt like giving up. Charlot held a heavy face as he stepped out of Marco's room. The sun hadn't even really risen, but the lightening sky promised it would soon. Searching the wall, Charlot stepped out of the path of the door and shut it. He turned and began to walk away--
When his foot hit a body. Shock spilled over him and he realized what it was, a second too late. He should have watched where he was going. Losing his balance, Charlot comically flapped his arms but came down hard on the sleeper--unlucky for him.
In a gasp, Charlot realized that only one of his knees hit the "safety" of the wood.
The other slammed right into precious jewels.
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Post by Dina Doo on Feb 19, 2015 20:09:42 GMT -8
Marco would definitively put this on the list of worst ways to wake up. There were probably other incidents on the list as well. Upon being kneed in the nuts, the captain lurched up, a pained dog yelp filled the narrow hall. Gods, even if Marco had been immediately woken up, he couldn't even see, not with his eyes watering as much as they were. "What the fuck?" The pirate gasped, hunching over. Maybe, just maybe through the painful cloud, maybe he was able to recognize Charlot by his scent. "Charlot! Gods damn it.." A dog whine escaped through his clenched teeth. "Why would you do this to me?!" Oh how badly he wanted to crawl back under his sleeping bag and hide away. Marco knew he sure as hell wasn't going to be able to have kids anymore.
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Post by clouds just clouds on Feb 19, 2015 20:15:22 GMT -8
"Holy shit--{holy shit. I didn't mean to do} that. I-" Well, his certainly pulled Charlot out of the hazy state he was before. He fell beside Marco, shock raising his brows. What could he do? With unsure hands, Charlot pressed the palm of his hands to any exposed skin on Marco that he could reach and he tried to make the touch feel as soothing as he could, not that it would help any.
Gods, that must hurt.
If it were Claus, he would be laughing.
And did the captain just make dog sounds?
"Shit, Marco--I am--I didn't know you were out here, you should have just kicked me out--do you want me to get you a bag of ice? Or..." Charlot winced at the thought. If he touched... Marco... there he might be able to relieve the pain.
But...
Men balls were gross.
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Post by Dina Doo on Feb 20, 2015 18:16:38 GMT -8
If Charlot's hand was still on him, Marco tried to shove the resistance member away. "You've done enough," the captain growled. But a bag of ice sounded pretty damn good. Still in agony, the akuma stood on shaky feet and somehow started to make his way down the hall. Though, he did keep one hand centered around his nether regions, wanting to keep those safe from any more people tripping in the dark. Maybe, if Cloudy wants, Charlot can follow or something, that way they have the chance to talk. Maybe.
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Post by clouds just clouds on Feb 20, 2015 22:33:15 GMT -8
Too worried about the captain's health, Charlot followed slightly behind the captain, ready to catch him if his legs gave out. His eyes were wide with shock, worry, and slight guilt. Most of his worry went to the fact that Marco might as well have him keel hauled for this. If Marco even tried, Charlot would rather leap off the side of the ship. At least his death would be swift and not as painful. "Marco, please, forgive me, my mind--" His voice cracked. "I-I-" A breath left Charles and the animation in his voice left. "I'll go ahead and get that ice pack for you..."
He quickened his pace with his head low.
Laurence, on the other hand, walked beside Marco and smiled up at him with his tail wagging.
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Post by Dina Doo on Feb 22, 2015 13:10:26 GMT -8
Don't worry, Charlot, Marco isn't in to strange and unusual punishments.
Except Marco wasn't in the same mood as Charlot's partner, causing him to growl down at the dog, a nice canine growl too. On shaky legs, the captain followed after the Resistance member. "Stop worrying, I won't kill you," he called after Charlot. In that moment, Marco prayed that no one had woken up and would come to investigate. That was certainly the last thing he needed.
If Cloudy wants, maybe they both made their way into the kitchen, or the galley. Marco sat himself down in an empty seat, wincing as he did so.
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Post by clouds just clouds on Feb 22, 2015 13:38:25 GMT -8
The damn dog only wagged his tail more at Marco, setting down near Marco's seat when he sat. Charlot felt a stir of relief roll through him when he heard Marco's words, but he still didn't glance back. He stepped into the kitchen/galley/foodplace and searched a bit for a bag, and then got some ice. He even managed to fill up a glass of water before returning to Marco.
Quietly, Charlot handed Marco the ice and placed the glass aside. After a few moments of searching his pockets, he procured a small bag of pills. "I know you do not trust me, but these are for pain. I get headaches, so..." He glanced into Marco's eyes. "You really don't have to do things like give up your room for me."
His eyes fell down to Laurence. "Stop teasing the man and make yourself useful, will you?"
The dog rolled on his back and wagged his tail.
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Post by Dina Doo on Feb 23, 2015 15:59:09 GMT -8
Marco took the ice bag from Charlot and placed it in between his thighs Percy's favorite place and downed two pain pills in have that time. Once that was done, Marco slumped miserably against the table. "Where were you going in such a hurry, you fucking nutcracker?" He breathed out. Hopefully it was obvious the harsh tease came from the pain Marco was still suffering from. The captain slumped over at rested his forehead against the table. "It's too early for anyone to be up anyway..." Not that he was getting anymore sleep. Ugh. Purple nuts.
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Post by clouds just clouds on Feb 23, 2015 18:39:22 GMT -8
(LOLOL Second favorite place. His first is Kendall's ass)
Charlot let out a small snort and his lips twitched lightly. "They train the Resistance in the art of nutcracking." A sigh left Charles and he shook his head, sitting on the floor so that Laurence could crawl into his lap. He rested his head on top of Laurence's and stared at the wall. "Is it early?" He looked up at Marco, pressing his lips tightly together before glancing away. "It wasn't so much as a hurry as of out of mind. I'm... distracted..." His voice cracked and he dropped his gaze to stop his eyes from filling with water. "I am sorry..." Charlot said quietly. "I said I would leave, and you've ended up having to save my sorry ass, and then you gave me your room, and I go and-" Charlot winced, his face heating, "Crack some nuts."
He glanced up at Marco. "Should you... have someone... I don't know... make sure I didn't rupture something?"
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Post by Dina Doo on Feb 23, 2015 20:06:09 GMT -8
Marco glanced up at Charlot looking.. almost offended. His best manly substitute for being embarrassed. "Certainly not by you," the captain growled, laying his head back down. "I'll be fine." Under his breath, Marco couldn't help but mumble, "I'll just sleep in here next time.." There was a pause for a brief moment before he spoke again. "And you know why I did that? Because it would have been a waste leaving you. Well, that, and I'm not.. I guess cruel. That's no secret, Charlot. Why do you think you decided to hitch a ride on my ship in the first place? Or Claus? Or those other misfits? Everyone knows it too. That's why."
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