wedonot | SIXTY ONE ✖ VOICE & SPAM

[Friends Filter]

[Charles sounds tired - and anyone who was in the infirmary right after port ended might have noticed him hovering while people tried to help Zane - but otherwise, actually pretty okay.]

I know we're all exhausted and in need of some relaxation, but if everyone wouldn't mind letting me know you got out alright, I'd appreciate it. And if there's anything I can do for any of you, don't hesitate to let me know.

[Spam for Erik]

[Getting his telepathy back felt like he'd been unblindfolded, and while he had noticed the change immediately, in the first minutes back on the Barge, he hadn't had time to appreciate it. The focus was instead on saving Zane's life, and it wasn't until he was stable and unconscious that Charles had the time to reach out with his gift and reassure himself that they were back, they had made it out, and so had the people he cared about.

He'd checked on the kids first, reassured himself that they were in one piece and mostly in need of rest before anything else, and reassured them that he just needed much of the same before looking for Erik.

It's not difficult. His mind had almost instinctively wrapped itself around the familiar presence as soon as it had been established that Zane would be alright, and so Charles catches up to his friend as Erik's coming down from the deck, a relieved smile immediately stretching across his face as he gets his first good look at him.]

This might be the ultimate instance of the pot calling the kettle black, [Because he knows he's got some cuts on his face and other minor injuries from their time in port, too.] but you look like you're about to fall over.

[ooc: Filter includes but is not limited to the immediate X-Fam, Zane, Merlin, Arthur, Morgana, Anya, Pietro, Barbara, Tony, Kelsier, the Emperor, Ivy, and even you, Felix. Basically anyone Charles is friendly with or would have reason to check up with, idk I'm always bad with these filters and end up forgetting someone. /o\

Also, feel free to spam him if you want! He'll probably be pretty unconscious for the first day and a half afterward, but will be up and around after that.]

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[So fucking wordy, and Erik really isn't listening to any of it. He's got his head cocked to the side, and he's staring while Charles talks, but not really hearing a word of it.]

What are you wearing?

[And again, Charles is puzzled by the question, and he sits up a little to examine the object in question, not sure what the problem is.]

You got it for me for Christmas.

Well. [Staaare] At least it's sufficient payback for the socks.

What socks? [Did you get Captain America socks?]

The absurd shark ones?

[Charles barks out a surprised laugh.] Next year, I'll remember to be more specific.

I know it's a little garish, but it's comfortable and warm, and I like it. [And he is settling back down on the couch because sitting up officially requires too much effort right now.] It also has sleeves.

[omfg Charles] Blankets shouldn't have sleeves.

Yes they should. [And he actually sounds somewhere between shocked and offended.] Have you ever tried reading with a blanket on?

[How are you getting offended over this sir, it is a slanket. Erik is somewhere between bewildered and desperately amused.]

Couldn't you just put on something warmer?

[Because he's basically drunk with exhaustion and barely coherent at this point?]

What if you're already wearing something warmer?

[They should so not be having this conversation rn]

...A jacket?

[How are you still standing up?]

Erik, your legs get cold, too. You've seriously never read with a blanket on?

[He's looking for the softest bit of floor to faceplant in. B(]

No, I just wear pants. [This is officially the funniest fucking thing to him.]

[Don't do that, Charles is in no state to rescue you and dump you into a chair/onto the bed.]

I didn't realize you've lived such a sheltered life. [His speech is definitely starting to get that sleep slur going on right now.] When the heat goes out in your flat and you've got a term paper due in two days, you need all the extra layers you can get. And free hands to turn pages.

Edited 2013-06-10 16:42 (UTC)

I'll have to take your word for it. [Erik is just heading toward that tired hysteria feel. He runs a hand over his face, laughing.] You poor thing, however did you manage?

I found a way. But a blanket with sleeves would have been useful. [This might also be why he likes fingerless gloves.] I'll get you one and you can see for yourself. I'll make sure it's not Iron Man patterned.

[Hey, Erik likes those. For...entirely different reasons, probably. He groans at the threat.]

I'll burn it if it is. [And he's starting to wonder if he'll make it to his bed at this rate, so he laughs again, and lumbers toward the door.] Good night, Charles.

[Charles just chuckles and flops back down on the couch instead of watching Erik go, voice muffled by the pillow and exhaustion.]

G'night. [And that sleepy brush of affection is all you're getting before the telepathic connection dulls to a low buzz that means he's about a minute and a half from being unconscious.]

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