"Not me personally," laughed Khalid. He made a circular gesture encompassing his face. "Please! Do I look like I fell off a cliff? This pretty face doesn't come with a healing factor. I gotta take care of it." Although he wasn't doing much of that at the moment, apparently. His goatee was looking ragged at best and there was a full day's worth of growth on his cheeks.
Carmine's willingness to play along with their grossness always endeared the man to Khalid. Since they shared a suite, it was fortunate that he seemed to find amusement in whatever Khalid and Rory got up to in their down time, rather than irritation. "Cheetos it is," he agreed, grabbing a bag off the shelf and ripping it open. He held it out to Rory before taking a handful for himself.
Willingness to share was another fine trait of Carmine's, though in this case Khalid had little interest. Hangovers were an unpleasant experience and the last thing he wanted was any of the time he spent in his own body to be unpleasant. Rory on the other hand... Khalid's gaze flicked over to his boyfriend, but he made no comment beyond the glance. If Rory drank too much, Khalid would always blame it on their circumstances and their keepers. "You smoke?" he asked Carmine.