[ Royce, in a a weird turn of events, actually likes Charlie. Which means when Charlie wanders through, Royce doesn't seem to mind very much that he's there. Charlie is quiet and keeps to himself, and it's a little like Emily in the way that he just, y'know. Colors.
Royce crouches down, hood up, cloak all sprawled out behind him, and rests his chin in his palm, watching Charlie color for a moment. ]
Did Yvry give you the glitter I traded him? [ There's no other reason Charles would've wanted it, Royce thinks. ]
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Royce crouches down, hood up, cloak all sprawled out behind him, and rests his chin in his palm, watching Charlie color for a moment. ]
Did Yvry give you the glitter I traded him? [ There's no other reason Charles would've wanted it, Royce thinks. ]