charles |-| phipps

"Haaaaa, I’m getting Skyla fired. I reaaaally am."

She all but tosses his medication at him, almost carelessly. "Stay healthy.”

He merely brought his hands together and cracked his knuckles. 

     TAKES OFF HER PANTIES AND THROWS THEM AT HIM BEFORE RUNNING EVEN FASTER.

"...Phipps Jr. is very constricted in these."

”..My homeland needs me!!!”

          RUNS AFTER COMPLETELY NAKED.

"Well, we would be, if Elesa over there hadn’t ruined our wedding~!" Nothing like a little entertainment to soften the evening, even if it did mean betraying his beloved Phipps somewhat.

          Jumps out of his arms. "...Elesa must be eliminated." He reached for the knives commonly stored in his pants, but then he remembered that he isn't wearing any pants. "She has ruined our union, Grey, and I cannot forgive that."

"Now this is what I came here fooooor!~" He hoists his little arms underneath Phipps and picks him up, bridal-style, holding his weight surprisingly well for someone so lithe.

          Were there sparkles? Probably. A blush touched his cheeks, and he whispered, "Are w-we going on our honeymoon n-now?"

"...Fine." He would have added 'don't say I didn't warn you,' but he decided that could be left unsaid. Frown deep, Phipps grabbed the shot and downed the entire thing-- he even downed the one next to it, too.

"I’ll never understand how you didn’t pick up the faerie immunity to intoxication, Phipps."

          "...I have no idea." He admitted, "And I am not eager to figure out why, really."

And he pushes them right back, staring at the other. Oh, no. That isn't going to work.