Mr. Alter (Cherik au)

Day 2

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Seeing as I'm not blind and stupid, I tend to think that Charles is just downright crazy.
No, not that 'mental hospital' crazy, but the 'pain in the smart ass' kind of crazy.

And to summarize my thoughts of what I thought about him the moment he stepped out of the clinic good as new, I knew something was going on.

A day had past since his weird incident and visit to the hospital. I myself have made it a habit and custom a long time ago to lay around and ignore his rants everyday. Either about syllabus or mathematical allegory that had to do with cats. The only thing is that this time it was different.

I'm not talking about the calculator kink. No oh my God.
I'm talking about that weird trance he fell upon as we crossed the street. Now I know that he had taken those stupid medications that looked like Crack the morning before, but he had that weird and unpredictable stare on his face. And of course some people gave him weird looks as he smiled.

The only thing is that he never smiles for no reason whatsoever.

Then just after that, Charles immediately slides in between his seat, eyes twinkling and smile widened like a messed up version of colored Charlie Chaplin.
He clears his throat as he averts his eyes to the window beside our table in the cafe that faced the pedestrian streets. With a faint blush on his cheeks, he sipped on his coffee and just.... stared at the window.

"Ehm." I interrupt, giving him a stretched smile.
Without tearing his eyes away, he hummed in response.

Crossing my fingers together, I look at him directly. "So, how is that unnecessary cut?"
His lips parted a bit, an inaudible wisp of air seeping out. Then unhealthy silence.

Rolling my eyes, I press my lips together. "Charles."

A hum.

"Charles."

Silence.

"Little bro."

Silence.

"Bloody hell Bitch are you gonna answer or what?"

Slowly, he glanced at me with raised brows. His eyes twinkled frighteningly as if it were whispering chants telekinetically.
I just internally gulped. Something must be in those medications.

"Yes love?" He asked, a set of white teeth shown before me.
"Are you high as hell? I asked if you on how is that 'cut'." I emphasize with my fingers.

"Well it's fine, the doctor was real gentle." He responded.
"Not Mr. Grouchy from last year anymore?"

He shook his head. "Yeah..."
the blush on his cheeks were now getting weirdly redder and lighter as he awkwardly moved around on the chair. This wasn't the normal Charles.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm fine Raven."

"You did something yesterday or what?"

He bit his lip, looking embarrassed. "Well... I made a small sin."

I gasped dramatically. "Oh my God! You banged the Doctor didn't you? I knew that calculator kink was something too...."
Without warning, he chocked and coughed up his coffee, causing it to drip and drizzle down the sides.

He gave me an expression of pure embarrassment and disbelieving shock.
"What? No, no, no! Where the hell did you get that idea from?!"

I shrugged. "I don't know, I thought your calculator kink had something to do purposely..."
He crazily looked at me, weirded out of his thoughts. "Calculator kink? What the hell is that?!"

I waved my hands to his face, shaking off the stupid statement. "Forget what I said! Forget it, just tell me what in the world is happening to you."

He settled down as his flushed face burned searing unholy holes into me. Crossing his arms, he huffed at the opposite side.
"I just.... I accidentally touched.... you know." He blushed harder.

I felt as if I ate a question mark. "What?"
"You know, I just flinched in pain okay? Then I thought I had grabbed the cushion of the chair but then i couldn't see what I was doing as he stitched up the wound. So... I 'thought' I had grabbed the... cushion but it was something.... else." He swiftly said.

Cocking my head, I knew what he was talking about. "Oh, oh my God."

"I said I was sorry okay? I didn't know what came over me." Charles sank onto the chair, his mouth pouting like an untrained dog let loose.

"Oh my God.... you blew the hot doctor didn't you?" My gasp grew louder this time.

"What part of the story don't you understand?!"

Laughing and running (or escaping) to the women's restroom is the answer.