Charles

/returning back after an HOUR oh my gosh, I'm so sorry for the wait! it's a heavy flow this month anyways, you didnt drink that right?

hey can u hold this for me i gtg pee *gives the reader a potion bottle*

I’m factually gonna bug yoou all day. Just sayin’, we gaht this party started early. / he means that ( he ) started partying early, but the jist of things is the same. Pulling himself back up with the extra support and successfully procuring a beer. Studio’s empty, gaht —

Yeaah, ‘nd I’m no alcoholic . /he states as clearly as his vernacular allows, at the same time leaning over the coffee table to pick up a drink , not the ‘ bleach ‘- a different one. He doesn’t let go of his manager though - hanging off his side to get it done for the joke.

WAS DAT A SMILE —deat was a smile , wasn’t it? / coos at the straight - face, the razzing going on enough of an excuse to slip an arm behind their lovable CFO’s shoulders, for a lil’ squeeze, a lil’ shake. Only gonna squirt it down the toilet, or like I said, on murderface.

I gaht yooooouuuu. . . I gaht yoooou good . / Pickles’ shoulders shimmy. He’s kind of proud of himself, by his standards that was a pretty smart joke. It’s just gin, dood. We haven’t done the bleach thing since none of us wanna go to deat doctor anymore.

what I’m sayin’ is that we need ta’ spray ‘em with the hose. Also I’m gonna drink this shot now. / narrowing eyes and smirking like the aged - out brat he is, it’s not actually bleach in the glass but charles doesn’t need to know that yet.

It kills 99% of the bacteria so the only dood in our lineup in trouble is murderface

most things are cut with bleach theese days. . . it’s okee’ / smirking , , ,

What I’m gettin’ is you’re joinin’ us for bleach and orange juice ?

Beer for breakfast ! the pickles special.