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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?]~~

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Liam snickers and goes after him.

"No-no-no-no-no-" Charlie chants even though he knows it's truly useless, between laughing and squirming.

"I win again!" Liam proclaims in triumph.

"You cheat!"

"And you don't?"

"Never!" He looks affronted--as much as he can while lying on his back on the floor.

"Oh, of course not", Liam agrees, deadpan, still tickling Charlie.

Charlie tries to looks small and pathetic. "Help, help, save me from my big brother!"

Liam peers around the immediate area exaggeratedly.

"Don't think anyone's coming, little brother."

"Heartless bastards!" He tries to push Liam's hands away.

Liam chuckles and takes pity on him.

Charlie growls at him and yanks down his shirt.

Liam raises an eyebrow at him.

"You always use your superior strength to win." He sticks out his tongue.

"I can't help having natural advantages", Liam answers, sticking out his tongue in return.

"You could at least fake it sometimes. Let me think I'm going to win. You're giving me an inferiority complex."

Liam grins.

"Oh, I might. Someday."

Charlie just shakes up and shakes out his hair. "Watch your back, Pace," he says with mock gravity, and then sticks out his tongue again.

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