Charlie Jackpot

Well school's over, finals are done and I can breathe again.

Expect more activity!  ._.  I...miss Charlie and I need to play him more.  So I plan on it.  Hopefully.  Er. 

The place Charlie brings Tobias does end up to be empty thanks to the Narrative Laws. It's actually the same place Carcer brought Revan that first time, and it's not changed much. This room obviously gets around. Especially that couch, which Charlie is tugging Tobias over to.

((Drabble.  Or attempt at, anyway.  Charlie thinks too much in bed, sometimes.))

 

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I am Chocolate Flavoured.


I am sweet and a little bit naughty. I am one of the few clinically proven aphrodisiacs. Sometimes I can seem a little hard, but show warmth and I soon melt. What Flavour Are You?
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If not chocolate, I'd be

Mmm, I am Lemon Flavoured. I am bitter and twisted. Expect from me acerbic humour and sharp commentary. While I may seem nasty at first, I'm actually quite good company if I like you, so long as you don't mind a bit of cutting to the chase. What Flavour Are You?

Anyone looking for Jackpot will find him in his room, pretty but sparse and very Edwardian (which makes sense an' all), sitting in his chair with his foot propped up on the edge of the table and dressed almost haphazardly. That is, his pants look too big on him, and his shirt's not done up all the way. At least he looks comfy.

He's reading, lazily turning pages.

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