their mouth.
charlie hesitates only briefly before climbing over cliff into their side of bed, a soft sigh falling from their lips. they lay on their side, facing him, in order to caress his face; they trace down the bridge of his nose
wallahi one day i will tame them like a wild mustang and they will be my beautiful wife. my angel wife who smokes in the house and hits me with a wooden spoon when im late for dinner
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only after the door shuts behind them do they speak again, while fumbling for their pack of cigarettes.
โ so, you're a grandad, โ a cigarette is lit between charlie's lips before they offer it over to cliff. he lights
charlie: god isnโt a person, itโs a thing, itโs a feeling. god is never just about scripture. everyone has their own god, and isnโt that religion enough? isnโt everything religion? god is in the radio.
their date:
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( snrrk. stopping to tug the heels off of their feet, glancing in his direction. )
... oh, you're serious? really?
( huh. maybe they ๐๐๐ spoiled, but as they slink closer, smile playing at carefully painted lips, they can't bring
out wherever i can, โ and who knows? maybe the kids will end up warming to charlie. but if they do, it'll take time. he knows that.
wry smile plays at charlie's lips. they push cliff away, scoffing out.
โ i look like i got
development right by cliff's side, where they belong.
โ oh, so you come home from tour and expect to crawl into bed with me, huh? โ they shoot him a glare in mock irritation, the smile tugging at their lips a dead giveaway. they gesture
in case anyone else has the wrong idea, itโs actually not* cute to try and get my attention by snappinโ your fingers at me like iโm a dog while iโm workinโ. i will make it my lifeโs mission to bury you.
the words spill from alex's mouth, it feels like exhaling. charlie stares hard at the geraniums sticking out of their favorite vase, growing angrier by the second.
they won't confront cliff or his girlfriend while alex is around. if
charlie, lighting a cigarette: someday youโll be old and grey and iโll still look exactly like this. isnโt that weird
me, so drunk that i canโt stand straight: can yuo put that out on me
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thea sent me this because it reminded them of charlie & i'm gonna have to agree. they are going to put you on the spot & you will have to sweat underneath their unwavering gaze. ( they have a staring problem )
charlie used to be the weird kid with a staring problem who, if you were to befriend him, would blurt out any question he had on his mind with no regard for social etiquette.
it's still true he's just hot now
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( charlie moves to open the door, then pauses. hand rests on the doorknob. )
... don't give me so much credit. i just like the look on your face when you're interested in somethin', so the notion is actually pretty
they should invent a man who knows his place. they should invent a man whoโll shut his mouth anโ sit on standby in case i need my cigarette lit or my bags carried.