[Even before permission was granted, Charlie had begun to peek around the odd domicile. He makes no attempt at subtlety, leaning to one side to get a better glimpse at a bookshelf.
After full permission, Charlie looks to Sherwood with eager eyebrows raised. He'll let the dodged age question rest for now.] You got a good space here.
[Brazenly curious, he thumbs a few papers, reading a line or two if able, before moving on to begin a meandering perimeter of the space. Charlie's just opening his mouth to comment on a canvas when-
fire?]
No! No....! We don't need that. I can see. [He points to the painting at his side as if to prove his vision.] And, aren't you gonna be keepin' me warm or somethin anyway? [With his nosing around has been abruptly paused, Charlie returns to the desk and leans over the back of the chair.] You got a bed... or will the desk do?
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After full permission, Charlie looks to Sherwood with eager eyebrows raised. He'll let the dodged age question rest for now.] You got a good space here.
[Brazenly curious, he thumbs a few papers, reading a line or two if able, before moving on to begin a meandering perimeter of the space. Charlie's just opening his mouth to comment on a canvas when-
fire?]
No! No....! We don't need that. I can see. [He points to the painting at his side as if to prove his vision.] And, aren't you gonna be keepin' me warm or somethin anyway? [With his nosing around has been abruptly paused, Charlie returns to the desk and leans over the back of the chair.] You got a bed... or will the desk do?