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umbrellajackassery2019-03-19 09:50 pm
fireandthread) wrote in umbrellajackassery2019-03-19 09:50 pm
Come Meet the Boy...guy? The guy-person Charlie loves: ota
It started with a shout.
No.
That's a lie. It started with a leash on a pint of Rocky Road ice cream that Charlie'd hidden in a large freezer in another part of the house. It started with Ben putting the leash on the ice cream as a sort of calling card for Charlie. His own 'haha got you'. And Charlie was entertained.
Oh, sure. She shouted his name through the house. A joyful but loud "BENJAMIN HARGREEVES, YOU DICK!" echoed through the dozens and dozens of bedrooms and dozens of bathrooms as Charlie chases Ben through the house.
All of their old training kicks in, and there isn't much that gets in their way, Charlie chasing Ben all over the place and both of them laughing. There are expert jumps over tables and couches, sharp-as-knives turns around corners and quick jumps up railings instead of stairs, shouting insults only siblings can use at each other, a massively entertaining chase that Charlie is enjoying more than words can say. She's laughing as they goof off, forgetting the entire week and shitshow that had been.
This was what they needed, honestly. This bit of good craziness to counter the strangest week they've ever had in their lives. A brief note of normalcy that they didn't get much of as children.
And speaking of forgetting! Charlie's so locked into the game she and Ben are playing that she's forgotten one Danny Torrance was going to make his way to her home to see how things were going and meet her family.
She's unaware of the front door of the house opening as she charges by at top speed, barefoot and hair flying behind her as she moves over, under, around, between objects in her path.
It's just a matter of her making a second run through the foyer when she notices the door and, embarrassed, she skids to a stop and looks at Danny with wide eyes.
"Oh, my God. Hi." One sec. "How long have you been standing there?"
No.
That's a lie. It started with a leash on a pint of Rocky Road ice cream that Charlie'd hidden in a large freezer in another part of the house. It started with Ben putting the leash on the ice cream as a sort of calling card for Charlie. His own 'haha got you'. And Charlie was entertained.
Oh, sure. She shouted his name through the house. A joyful but loud "BENJAMIN HARGREEVES, YOU DICK!" echoed through the dozens and dozens of bedrooms and dozens of bathrooms as Charlie chases Ben through the house.
All of their old training kicks in, and there isn't much that gets in their way, Charlie chasing Ben all over the place and both of them laughing. There are expert jumps over tables and couches, sharp-as-knives turns around corners and quick jumps up railings instead of stairs, shouting insults only siblings can use at each other, a massively entertaining chase that Charlie is enjoying more than words can say. She's laughing as they goof off, forgetting the entire week and shitshow that had been.
This was what they needed, honestly. This bit of good craziness to counter the strangest week they've ever had in their lives. A brief note of normalcy that they didn't get much of as children.
And speaking of forgetting! Charlie's so locked into the game she and Ben are playing that she's forgotten one Danny Torrance was going to make his way to her home to see how things were going and meet her family.
She's unaware of the front door of the house opening as she charges by at top speed, barefoot and hair flying behind her as she moves over, under, around, between objects in her path.
It's just a matter of her making a second run through the foyer when she notices the door and, embarrassed, she skids to a stop and looks at Danny with wide eyes.
"Oh, my God. Hi." One sec. "How long have you been standing there?"
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What he met on the other side of the door, though? Well that was something else entirely.
"Uh. Hi? Not long, it's...fine."
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