early days of charlie wrangling a freshly found vaggie when both are being Stubborn
Charlie: “Okay, I SAID I wouldn’t pry and I stand by that, so as a completely neutral statement- totally casual- feel free to ignore- I’m just gonna point out…
Charlie: “…this, doesn’t really look like a normal eye-cutty-outty situation.”
Vaggie: “Really.”
Charlie: “It looks burned.”
Vaggie: “Wow.”
Charlie: “And the burn looks worse than it did last night.”
Vaggie: “Fascinating.”
Charlie: “That’s not normal.”
Vaggie: “There’s a normal for that?”
Charlie: “Yes actually there really is. Welcome to hell!”
Vaggie: “Ow.”
Charlie: “Oh gosh- sorry!!! Did I pull the bandage-”
Vaggie: “No, not ow hurt. I meant. Ow. Welcome to hell, that’s a. Sick burn.”
Charlie: “Ohhh! Heh. A burn.”
Vaggie: “Right. Because..”
Charlie: “Hell?”
Vaggie: “… after the cutting out thing, my eye socket got burned.”
Charlie: “Okay huh that's not good, very bad, but- it shouldn’t be getting WORSE. It, it won’t heal, if it really was heavenly steel that-”
Vaggie: “It was.”
Charlie: “But sinners are really tough otherwise! If something doesn’t kill you right off, then you should start pulling yourself together again! Literally, sometimes! This should be HEALING.”
Vaggie: “If it won’t kill me then who cares?”
Charlie: “It’s hurting you. Just your HAIR brushing against it is making you wince-”
Vaggie: “A wince won’t kill me either.”
Charlie: "I don’t like it! There has to be SOME a way of stopping it!”
Charlie: “… maybe, if I called my dad-”
Vaggie: “Don’t. I think it’ll stop on it’s own. It’s just- like a scab. That’s what it feels like.”
Charlie: “Itchy?”
Vaggie: “Sure.”
Charlie: “Or like it’s BURNING.”
Vaggie: “Like it’s doing something and will get better on it's own, without help.”
Charlie: “And meanwhile, you can’t even sleep.”
Vaggie: “I slept last night!”
Charlie: “….”
Vaggie: “I was, lying down.”
Charlie: “Vaggie- you’re VERY pretty, but you also look exhausted and half awake and there’s pillow marks on your cheek where you tried sleeping on your wrong side again plus a bruise from rolling off and smacking into something. And also, your hair-”
Charlie: “-OH! Your HAIR!!!”
Vaggie: “Pretty..?”
Charlie: “We can pin in back! So it won’t poke at you! That’ll help, won’t it??”
Vaggie: “Uh, y-yeah. I guess it-”
Charlie: “And and AND! I can stay with you tonight!"
Vaggie: "What."
Charlie: "On the floor next to you! I can set my alarm and check on you and make SURE you don’t roll over the wrong way or stay there long enough for your eye to start hurting so much it wakes you up! And if you roll over and fall off, I can catch you! OHH!!! IT'LL BE LIKE A SLEEPOVER!!!!”
Vaggie: “Hold on, you’re not sleeping on the floor in your own house because of me.”
Charlie: “Then we can use my bed! The couch isn’t big enough- no WAY I’m fitting on there-”
Vaggie: “I’m not- I’m not using your bed either!”
Charlie: “Well you can’t start sleeping on the floor again. You’re HURT.”
Vaggie: “Still not taking your bed.”
Charlie: “Then I’ll-”
Vaggie: “And YOU’RE not sleeping on the floor!”
Charlie: “Fine! Then how’m I supposed to sleep at ALL knowing you’re not sleeping!?”
Vaggie: “Have you tried counting sheep.”
Charlie: (GLOWERS)
- that night –
Vaggie: “You’re the pettiest demon I’ve ever met.”
Charlie: “You’re welcome.”
Vaggie: “When did I say thanks for that? I don’t remember saying thanks. I do remember trying to sleep on the couch only to have some glaring demon lady drag it half way across her house- with me still on it- and then scoot it up next to her bed without even saying anything about it.”
Charlie: “I said you’re welcome. Now I can check on you during the night. And you won’t roll off and hit your face on the floor, either.”
Vaggie: “Petty.”
Charlie: “Hmph.”
Vaggie: “……”
Vaggie: “You could’ve just told me about your bright idea.”
Charlie: “I just want to sleep.” (sigh) “I’m tired of being told my ideas are stupid...”
Vaggie: “…who in hell would call y- would tell the princess of hell her ideas were stupid?”
Charlie: “That’s kinda the whole thing about hell. Nobody here gives a damn.”
Vaggie: “Huh.”
Charlie: “It’s nice, sometimes. It’s just also mostly horrible, and nobody else thinks it can change.”
Vaggie: “Now THAT’S dumb. Everything can change.”
Charlie: “You think so?”
Vaggie: “I’m living, bandaged proof of it.”
Charlie: (rolling over to face vaggie and propping herself up) “You are? What changed for you?”
Vaggie: "Um."
Charlie: "If you don't mind me asking!"
Vaggie: “Well I, I used to…” (cringes) “…I did. Stuff.”
Charlie: “Stuff you don’t have to do anymore.”
Vaggie: “Yeah. And. Now I’m starting to think- maybe ending up in hell wasn’t such a bad thing after all.”
Charlie: “Really?”
Vaggie: “Yeah.”
Charlie: “You like it better here..?”
Vaggie: “…….I like who I am here, better.”
Charlie: “Good.” (snuggles back down) “THAT’S what I wish hell could be like for everyone.”
Vaggie: (chuckling) “If you’ve got your mind set on it, then I’m sure it will be one day.”
Charlie: “Hmm~” (dozing off) “That’s probably the nicest thing…. anyone’s ever said… to….”
Vaggie: “…”
Vaggie: “Charlie?”
Charlie: (snores)
Vaggie: “Right….” (reaches over to gingerly tuck charlie in) “…sleep well, princess.”
Vaggie: (falls asleep soon after too)
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