Blue was one thing but this, this was just so far from the realm of blue that Charlie wasn't sure that you could describe it as blue so much as some kind of silk and velvet nightmare - he was still stuck on nightmare. because good lord in what kind of good dreams did you find a bed like this?
He snorted when Callum started ranting about his plan for retribution. Death was usually a good enough plan for Charlie but when Callum continued mentioning a proposal, oh god he could only imagine the sort of results that would have.
"So do we send it back?" Charlie wondered after a moment, because nightmarish or not - it was a real bed, and he had wanted a real bed, maybe they could do something about all the silk and the posters and the blue and just good lord why was this bed even created?