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hopalongcharlie (hopalongcharlie) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

ooc: Aww, thank you. I am already feeling better.
Charlie blinked a couple of times and would have scrubbed a hand over his beard if he'd had one to spare. As it was he was back to leaning on two crutches and bringing a hand up would likely result in Theo, who was clearly trying to be helpful, getting whacked with a piece of metal. He shook his head to clear his surprise.

"Um, thanks. You'd better come in and put it down. I don't have a spare hand right now," he said, gesturing Theo inside. "I'm feeling... well I'm still feeling pretty shit, but the PepperUp kicked in so it's slightly less like shit," he said. His voice was a little less horrific with every few words he spoke, the rasp evidently partly coming from lack of use overnight.

The flat opened almost directly onto the main living area, which was both the sitting area and the kitchen. "Sorry about the... mess," he said, referring to what was virtually a nest of blanket and supplies on the sofa and coffee table. He had basically been camped out there since he'd flopped on the way back from the bathroom. Even Echo had deigned to move from the comfort of Charlie's warm bed to the other end of the sofa, where Charlie's leg had been until recently.

As he hopped back into the flat, trusting Theo to close the door behind him, he frowned. "How'd you find me? Not that I mind, it's really thoughtful, but I didn't think you knew where I lived." He wasn't sure if it was just the pressure around his sinuses making his brain fog and forget or if he'd really not told Theo. It really was kind of nice to see him though. Even if, yet again, one of them was in distress of some kind.