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Charlie Pace ([personal profile] bloodyrockgod) wrote in [community profile] milliways_bar2005-03-17 12:07 pm

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[ooc: post David/Charlie. slowtimed. v.v. slowtimed.]

Charlie enters the wear, wearing a green t-shirt that reads "Tis Himself" in gold Celtic-like letters.

His hair is also green.

Please don't ask him to sing "Dannyboy". He might hurt you.


[ooc: mun must flee for some obligations. back later. slowtime please?]

[identity profile] mini-matantei.livejournal.com 2005-03-17 07:16 pm (UTC)(link)
He smiles.

"Nothing wrong with a laugh, really. I like them myself."

He holds up an arm, little hand offered for a shake.

"I don't think we've met before..."

[identity profile] mini-matantei.livejournal.com 2005-03-17 07:21 pm (UTC)(link)
He shakes his head with a big smile.

"Nope. Been around a while. Seen you, but we've never talked. It's nice to meet you, Charlie."

[identity profile] mini-matantei.livejournal.com 2005-03-17 07:28 pm (UTC)(link)
He giggles.

"No, I have my own house. I stay there with lots of other people. You can get there from here if you like. You just need a key."

[identity profile] mini-matantei.livejournal.com 2005-03-17 07:35 pm (UTC)(link)
He giggles.

"I suppose you could call us friends. It's more along the lines of me being his father, really. But we are friends."

[identity profile] mini-matantei.livejournal.com 2005-03-17 07:40 pm (UTC)(link)
He grins.

"Not really. I'm very old to be a father. And Yamino is very old to be a son."

Another grin and the little boy gets up and reaches to the top of his head, on tip toe, and pats it.

"Come on. The hairdye didn't have enough time to get that far in. You can figure this out..."

[identity profile] mini-matantei.livejournal.com 2005-03-17 07:47 pm (UTC)(link)
He nods, a bright smile on his face.

"Yes, that'd be me."

[identity profile] mini-matantei.livejournal.com 2005-03-17 07:51 pm (UTC)(link)
He looks up at Charlie with amusement.

"I'm well aware, Charlie. And as I've told him and will now tell you, I don't mind. I want him happy...not perpetually locked in a ball of angst over the situation with you and I and all that. He's got a big heart...for all that he seems to think it's just his...well."

An impish smile.

"Anyway, that's actually why I came over. I wanted you to know I wasn't upset."

[identity profile] mini-matantei.livejournal.com 2005-03-17 07:56 pm (UTC)(link)
And it's no longer a child sitting on the floor, but an incredibly handsome young blonde man, white wings curled around him. He is still sitting on the floor, though, with a smile on his face.

"You're welcome. Feel better?"

[identity profile] mini-matantei.livejournal.com 2005-03-17 08:04 pm (UTC)(link)
Another impish grin.

"In the 'not going to be smote and/or bamboozled in some hideos manner' sort of way."

[identity profile] mini-matantei.livejournal.com 2005-03-17 08:10 pm (UTC)(link)
He smiles.

"That's good then. Now..."

He stares at the piano.

"You know how to work this thing?"

Grin.

[identity profile] mini-matantei.livejournal.com 2005-03-17 08:15 pm (UTC)(link)
He shrugs.

"Anything you'd like to play. I like music...but I'm absolutely useless at it. Not an in-tune bone in my body. If you knocked the lot of them with a hammer you'd get a fiery cacophony of noise. Nope...no skill in that whatsoever."

He smiles, though, wings closing a bit more around him to almost make a comfortable chair-type thing.

"Something soft might be nice though."