[His room is unacceptable, the haunting voices that have risen beyond the lowest levels are paramount to destroying his space entirely. Charlie can't stay there. He needs somewhere else.
But he pauses, eyes narrowed with lips parted and tense. He doesn't believe in souls, but if somehow everyone does walk around with a little ball of their own energy - everything that makes one themselves - he'd be loathe to trade it for a night in a monster's den.
Only once he can write the proposition off as a joke will he step forward, not hesitant but quiet. Those who know Charlie DiVincenzo know that his silence is quite telling.
To a stranger, he simply appears curious.
He peers around the abode, making small note of its layout and the décor scattered throughout. Akechi is the only face he recognizes in the paintings, and his gaze lingers on the boy's visage before he turns back to his host.] I'm offerin' what you're buyin', here.
If you're gonna indulge me stayin', I'm gonna indulge you too. You want my body? That's easy. A favor's easy too, if you've got somethin' else in mind.
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But he pauses, eyes narrowed with lips parted and tense. He doesn't believe in souls, but if somehow everyone does walk around with a little ball of their own energy - everything that makes one themselves - he'd be loathe to trade it for a night in a monster's den.
Only once he can write the proposition off as a joke will he step forward, not hesitant but quiet. Those who know Charlie DiVincenzo know that his silence is quite telling.
To a stranger, he simply appears curious.
He peers around the abode, making small note of its layout and the décor scattered throughout. Akechi is the only face he recognizes in the paintings, and his gaze lingers on the boy's visage before he turns back to his host.] I'm offerin' what you're buyin', here.
If you're gonna indulge me stayin', I'm gonna indulge you too. You want my body? That's easy. A favor's easy too, if you've got somethin' else in mind.