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Who: Gellert Grindelwald & Denzel Crocker
Where: Dissimulo
When: Feb 4th
Rating: PGish, maybe
Summary: Crocker needs assistance and Gellert needs distractions
The Log:

It had been a strange week or so.

Not that anything had been that normal since he'd arrived at Dissimulo but the oddness seemed to be increasing - at least in what he was used to seeing.

Gellert was currently wandering down one of the streets, looking around. Creatures had seemed to be scarcer lately which was at once a blessing but they had also broken the boredom. It had been difficult for him to idly entertain himself without his magic.

A distraction could make things interesting.

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Frowning, Gellert comes closer and pokes him a few more times.

A few more snorts before rolling to his side, yeah. He's knocked out and smells funny.

He wrinkles his nose.

"Herr Crocker...?"

Just continues to snore lightly.

He crouches down, brushing some more glitter away.

Glancing around, the place seems to be fairly quiet around the immediate area otherwise. He looks back to the sleeping form.

"Are you faking being asleep?"

Denzel just continues to snore lightly, he really didn't hear that, sorry Gellert. There just may be a half empty beer bottle not far from his hand prehaps.... That's spilling into the glitter and snow.

Frowning again, Gellert gathers the passed-out man up and straightens up. He recognises him and so doesn't want to leave him out in the snow.

He starts walking back toward his hosue, which isn't all that far away.

Thankfully, unlike when Denzel met David, Crocker not only had three layers of coats on, an extra layer of pants (over his normal dress pants) but also, hadn't been asleep too long. He continues to snore lightly as his body is lifted up right, where he snorts a bit deeper for a moment. His body is completely limp, his head hanging and feet and legs dragging. He's so - light.

Gellert walks them to his house - number 1118 - and places Denzel on a dusty couch in the ground level living room. The place is full of cobwebs but Gellert doesn't seem to mind.

Denzel's body continues to be a ragdoll. As he lies on the sofa for hours, prehaps even a day not doing anything besides lightly snoring. That was until - a few disordered and loud snorts with a nose whince and a moan.

And soon he is poked again.

"About time you woke up... I thought you were going to sleep forever."

Denzel groans and with a hush voice, "Not so loud, Dr.Hayward , please." His eyelids slowly peeling open behind his spectacles.

"I am not a healer..."

"Huuuuuuhhh?" Staring at the other man, "You're not David." Squinting his eyes for a moment, "God damn it." His head felt like the Tell Tale Heart.

"No, I am Gellert. Do you remember me?"

"Yes, I remember you." Pause, taking in the surroundings behind the other man, as Crocker scratches the five o clock shadow that grew over the time he slept apparently. "Where am I?"

"You are in my dwelling," he answers, eyeing Crocker. "You were out in the street in a very... unwell state."

Speaking of unwell, Denzel was turning green, "Where's the bathroom?"

He points. "Down the hall."

Jolting up, Denzel runs down the hall, holding a hand by his mouth and puffy cheeks and sending quite a bit of time in there, if Gellert choices to investigate he'll find Crocker hanging over the sink drinking and slashing water in this face. Otherwise, Denzel will be returning down the hall.

Edited 2012-02-13 01:29 (UTC)

He does begin to wander that way after a while. "What mischief did you get yourself up to...?"

Pausing as he slashes water in his face, Crocker looks up from behind his glasses with water droplets. His hands are still jiggering as they hold onto the facets, "They wanted me to drink..." Don't worry Gellert, he didn't throw up in the sink.

"Drink what?"

Short pause, "Beer." Goes back to washing his face, dear god, Denzel could still smell beer. He peels off the first coat, revealing another coat underneath, sniffing that for a moment. Yeah, this was going to have to be washed. Truthfully, all of Crocker felt disguisting more then usual and a bath actually sounded like a good idea.
Washes his neck, Crocker really needs to do something about peer pressure, he'd be jumping off a cliff if enough people pushed him too.

Edited 2012-02-13 03:16 (UTC)

"Who forced you to drink that?" He doesn't move away but he also isn't volunteering to assist him.