[ there aren't a whole lot of things that can piss charlie off as quickly and thoroughly as the sight of eggy unwin. it is a very instinctual and gut-wrenching feeling of hate and disgust mixed in one. his first reaction is to kill him right then and there. every fiber of his being calls for him to immobilise him and then snap his neck like a twig — the same way he was about to do to him back on earth.
he can still remember the sensation of his hand on his chin, the strain of his muscles—
fuck.
no, this isn't the time. he is currently one arm down and he did promise the orbiters he would be on best behaviour, so murdering eggy is off the tables for now. he doesn't have a death wish when he so nearly missed it the first... few times. it seems he has a knack for staying alive (sort of like a roach) and he likes to keep it that way.
—which probably means he shouldn't reply to eggy with an "I'm here to kill you".
dependent on the point eggy is from, charlie will most likely look very different. bald with facial hair and a voice box installed into his throat, he wears a grey t-shirt (which makes his lack of a right arm extremely obvious) and a pair of red jeans — at least the hermes belt should be a familiar touch. ]
Did you really believe it would be so easy to rid of me, Eggy? [ the metallic tinge of his voice is lightly sprinkled with disdain as he begins to round him towards the cabinets. eyes searching for anything that can be used as a makeshift weapon (if matters escalate), he starts to rummage for whatever he would need to make himself a cuppa. ] I'm not interested in fighting you. [ he glances back at him with a snide smile as he lifts a kettle with his left hand. ] Just here for tea. [ 🖕 ]
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he can still remember the sensation of his hand on his chin, the strain of his muscles—
fuck.
no, this isn't the time. he is currently one arm down and he did promise the orbiters he would be on best behaviour, so murdering eggy is off the tables for now. he doesn't have a death wish when he so nearly missed it the first... few times. it seems he has a knack for staying alive (sort of like a roach) and he likes to keep it that way.
—which probably means he shouldn't reply to eggy with an "I'm here to kill you".
dependent on the point eggy is from, charlie will most likely look very different. bald with facial hair and a voice box installed into his throat, he wears a grey t-shirt (which makes his lack of a right arm extremely obvious) and a pair of red jeans — at least the hermes belt should be a familiar touch. ]
Did you really believe it would be so easy to rid of me, Eggy? [ the metallic tinge of his voice is lightly sprinkled with disdain as he begins to round him towards the cabinets. eyes searching for anything that can be used as a makeshift weapon (if matters escalate), he starts to rummage for whatever he would need to make himself a cuppa. ] I'm not interested in fighting you. [ he glances back at him with a snide smile as he lifts a kettle with his left hand. ] Just here for tea. [ 🖕 ]