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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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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.

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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.

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

"Dr. Owen... and the rest of the taven." Denzel just continues to lean on the sink, he felt too weak to stand on his own.

"You won't do that again, will you."

"......... I didn't even want to do this, this time."

"So they forced you?"

Denzel nods slightly, "Yeah."

Gellert frowns.

"Well, you do not have to drink here. You can sleep here tonight, if you wish."

Denzel gives the frown a I don't know how to stand up for myself look, "THANK YOU!" Spazzing before hitting the floor, "Ow."

".... Are you injured?"

Denzel lies on the floor for a moment, was he ok? He moves slowly, "I'll be fine." If anything he just bruised himself, just what he needed besides a headache. Grabbing onto the toilet pulls himself up. Moving like he's either injuried or worn out or both, "Just going to back to the sofa."

"You probably should rest. Get the toxic potions out of your body."

"Probably..." Continues to lean on the toliet, the only issue was he was exhausted from the vomiting he didn't think he could make it back to the sofa. Actually, he was more or less resting on the toliet, "Little help."

With a sigh, Gellert reaches for his arm to haul him upright.

Gellert haul Denzel upright with too much ease, "Thank you." Remarking weakly and starts back towards the sofa. Where he flops on his side for hours, snoring lightly. If Gellert is around later when Denzel wakes he'll hear Crocker mumble to himself, "God, I'm stupid."

Gellert had done some foraging outside once he'd seen Crocker had fallen asleep. He was back by the time he awakened and did hear the words.

"Yes. You are," he remarked bluntly but in a light tone.

Denzel looks over in Gellert's direction, relativity saying the man was talking to himself, "Gee, you're helpful. Speaking of which that was sarcasm." Before sighing, "Though, I've never done well with peer pressure." Rubbing the back of his neck.

"I've never done what anybody tells me to do," his tone is less boastful than his words - he's just stating a fact.

"Here," he holds out a plate with bread - garnished with something leafy and green - and a glass of water

Distress eyebrows, "Good for you. The only thing I have confidence in is that magic is real." Anything else, even 2 + 2 = 4, well Crocker could argue that's really 6 or Fish.

Crocker sits himself up, "Thank you!" Slighty spazzing before taking the glass and plate.