"No, no 911, please, it's not that bad…" Erro mumbled, finally cracking an eye open as he reached around to put pressure on the wounds that Charles had already taken care of. "I'll heal fine on my own once the major bleeding is taken care of, I have regenerative abilities," he tried to assure him, voice still soft from exhaustion
"We all have regenerative abilities. Don't be an idiot," Charles replied softly before Miss Ludwig dropped the phone, her mouth agape as she stared at Erro.
"His horns, Charlie," She barely got out, a German accent making her voice thick in her whisper.
"His what?!" He turned to look incredulously at Miss Ludwig. She raised a shaky finger, pointing towards the glowing horns and other marks on Erro, before fainting entirely.
Charles looked between the passed-out Miss Ludwig and Erro, finally noticing how inhuman his tattoos were behaving. Not to mention his horns too…
He shook his head, not believing what he was seeing. A small tug pulled at the back of his mind, like this was supposed to be somewhat familiar to him.
"Oh dear…Is she alright?" Erro asked softly, eyes flicking in the direction of the thump. "I can erase her memory if you need. I can disguise myself afterwards if you want. I know I'm a little intimidating, but I assure I don't mean you any harm. If you want I can erase your memories too, so that you don't remember me when you're done fixing me."
"For her, sure, go ahead. She's too old to deal with stress like this… but I would prefer you don't mess with my head too…" Charles cleared his throat and busied himself with patching the guy up the rest of the way. "She should be fine… she's a tough old woman…"
"Am I disguising myself or not?" Erro deadpanned, having issues putting together exactly what the stranger wanted from the slight haze blood loss had brought on. He winced a little, feeling his advanced healing abilities begin to kick in enough for him to sit up
"Please don't push yourself, you need to rest," Charles 'answered', dodging answering Erro's question and instead focused on what he knew. "If you want to disguise yourself, then go right ahead," he kept his voice low. "I have to leave and return Miss Ludwig to her room. She'll probably think this was some surreal dream, poor dear. I'll be right back. Yell for me if you need anything," Charles tried to calm the guy as he made his way over to Miss Ludwig and picked her up like she weighed nothing but a feather, even though that obviously wasn't true. He paused in the doorway, "Oh, please don't take this as an invitation to flee. You can run if you want to, of course. I'm not going to stop you. I'm just saying to maybe let me help you through the night? You can do with me how you like in the morning…" And with that, Charles whisked Miss Ludwig down the flight of stairs and back into her own room.
Erro had a very clear look of confusion on his face. Escape? Do with him what he wanted? What did any of that mean? He wasn't being held prisoner, at least not from the looks of it, and if he was being honest he really didn't want to put in the effort of shapeshifting. He couldn't do it properly anyways with the large injury still healing, so he didn't see a point in leaving
Charles tucked Miss Ludwig in and returned to his flat quickly, a look of slight surprise evident on his face when he saw Erro didn't leave within that time frame. "I'm glad you stayed. Means I can finish doing my job," he tried to joke, offering a silly smile along with his joke. He had so many questions racing through his mind, though he decided to ask none of them. Instead, he remained mostly quiet as he went back to that rather large wound to inspect it. What the hell could make injuries such as these…?
"Machine," Erro said, almost as if he could read Charles' mind. "I was helping my friend test some of his new models, and one malfunctioned before I had to chase after it. They replicated, and injured me before I killed them both," he explained. He felt a bit bad for the creator of the machines–he loved his work, and hated when they malfunctioned, especially when they injured something they weren't supposed to
"Right… Machines, of course. I'm an idiot," Charles mumbled to himself, finally satisfied that he had dressed the wounds as best as he could with what he had stored in his first aid kit. He began to enter 'Nurse Mode' as he liked to call it; as he started to clean up the mess he had made, putting the kit back under the sink and washing the blood off his hands. I'll need to get him a shirt. I should have some that'll fit him…
“Thank you, sir,” Erro mumbled, giving Charles a small, tired smile. He was exhausted, and he knew that his regeneration would go faster if he took a nap. He had already begun to curl up on the couch, eyes drooping as he made himself comfortable
"You don't have to call me 'sir'. The name is Charles," he chuckled softly before disappearing into his bedroom to change out of his soiled clothes. He walked back out in fresh garments, carrying along with him another pair of fresh clothes that he estimated should probably fit Erro, including a clean, soft shirt. He set the clothes down on the coffee table, which was right across from the couch, and picked up a nearby blanket he could spread across the man, along with a comfy pillow to cushion his head. "Is there anything else you'll need…?"
Erro just shook his head, smiling softly when Charles draped the blanket over him. "Thank you," he mumbled, curling up beneath the soft cloth and snuggling into it, the bottom half of his face buried in the fuzz. He let his eyes shut now, feeling safe and content as he succumbed to the need to rest
"No problem…" Charles resisted the urge to reach out and floof the guy's hair, instead opted for keeping vigil over the injured man from his living room chair, making sure he stayed stable as he slept. Soon enough, he was also able to doze off in a light slumber.
(should we do a skip)
(sure man. when to? morning-ish?)
(yeah, I can start if you want)
(yee boi)
(I would also like to state for the record that I'm really disappointed in my writing in this RP specifically and I have no idea what the fuck is going on with it.)
(I think it's not that bad? I've liked it so far but I like all your writing lmao)
Erro had woken up in a cold sweat, almost at four in the morning. He had been entirely unable to fall asleep after trying to do so for an hour, and eventually he decided to get up and walk around the house. After doing that for a while he had decided he was going to be a good guest and make his host breakfast–so he had gone through the fridge, getting out the things for bacon, hashbrowns, and eggs before using the kitchen to make the food
(lmao Thank you… I just feel like my writing here is just shittier for some reason)
Charles slowly stirred from his odd sleeping position in the recliner chair. Something smelled really good to his half-asleep mind. He groaned and slowly pushed his way out of the chair, his blonde hair a complete, floofy mess and his button-up shirt was halfway open from how much he tossed and turned. He carefully made his way into the kitchen, following the wonderful food scents with a salivating mouth. Did Miss Ludwig wake up to make me breakfast…??
(idk fam, I like it tho)
Erro was humming faintly to himself, occasionally murmuring the words to a song in a strange language. He was cooking everything at once, hands made of that strange blue-green glow helping him cook, a set busy making coffee. He was still shirtless, as he had forgotten about Charles giving him one for the time being, so his multiple tattoos were visible and some lines were glowing while the rest had stayed solid black
"Mm… Miss Ludwig…?" Charles gently called out, leaning against the wall and rubbing his tired eyes with his hands. He had apparently left his glasses behind on the coffee table in the living room, so couple that with a dazed mind and tired eyes, Charles really couldn't make out much of anything besides a bright-ish figure cooking in his kitchen. "Thank you…" he moaned out, stumbling over to the island bar, took a seat on a stool and resting his head down on the countertop.
(eh… i don't like it quite much. it feels like there's something missing that I usually have so it's just fucking shitty idek why)
"You're welcome," Erro responded, not mentioning that Charles thought he was someone else. A ghostly hand retrieved Charles' glasses, gently slipping them on him before dissipating. Erro's previous half-singing had quieted to more of a humming, his tail flicking idly here and there. Another hand brought Charles a cup of coffee, setting the creamer and a spoon next to it
"Woah you're super fast… and absolutely the best," Charles purred happily as he received both his glasses and his coffee rather quickly after sitting down. Of which, he almost immediately started drinking from his cup, he liked his coffee bitter, it woke him up faster. Speaking of, he finally realized it was the stranger from the night before standing in front of his kitchen stove and definitely not Miss Ludwig. "Wait… what? Why are you making breakfast…?"
"Because it is customary to be polite to your host. And seeing as how you found yourself asleep in the chair, I figured you would be tired. Therefore, I made you breakfast," Erro answered as if it were the most logical thing in the world for the random stranger you let into your house to make you breakfast in return. He finished the food, taking the bagel he had made himself out of the toaster and setting it on the plate, putting some of the food on that for himself and the rest on another for Charles, which he floated over to him
"Um, uh, thank you… You really didn't have to, it's okay… uh, I don't think I caught your name?" Charles got out, trying to gather his thoughts together as he began to come out of his sleep-daze. "And you shouldn't really be walking around and doing this sort of stuff with your injuries," his doctor instincts came back to him with the more coffee he drank. He was just about to get up and walk over to the guy to check his wounds.
"My name is Erro Dormin, also known as the hero Colossus. And don't worry, the worst of it, that gash has already halfway healed. I did mention to you my advanced healing abilities, didn't I?" Erro asked, busying himself with utilizing his toasted bagel to make a sandwich out of the various things he had cooked. He was starving, especially with his body working to heal him, so he was eating quite a bit
"Erro… that is a nice name. Yes, I believe you did… but I wasn't entirely sure if you were telling the truth or not…" Charles admitted, slightly embarrassed as he attempted to start eating the food his new 'friend' had made for him.