[ There is a pause, before Charles slows to a gradual halt in what he's doing, and then picking up his current foraging spoils with a ruffle of leaves and moving towards her table. His clothes are on the comfortable side of casual, jeans and Tranquility issued T-shirt and a cardigan from before thrown over the top. An effort made for venturing past his den.
He sits. ]
That seems a little negligent. Did you want some space kale?
[ The good humour that generally makes his tone rich is scrubbed away, reduced to barer bones. ]
no subject
He sits. ]
That seems a little negligent. Did you want some space kale?
[ The good humour that generally makes his tone rich is scrubbed away, reduced to barer bones. ]