I've been told that before, that I need to expanding my view on people.
But I think I'm pretty damn open!
The guy who washes his sidewalk every week and then complains about the water bill, the kid who steals gum and sells it at school, the old lady who goes to the same store every day even though they stopped carrying the jam she likes ten years ago. Those are humans.
You got dog ears.
[There's no convincing Charlie you're human. But, better to tell people what they want to hear.]
So you're a human with dog ears!
Now, help me to continue to expand my definition here. What do you eat. Favorite food? Little past times? [He narrowly stops himself from making a ball fetching joke]
the rest takes an extensive pause; he can follow the examples well enough despite the unfamiliarity with the details, the meandering train of thought that leads to— acceptance? he's frowning at his watch, feeling the slightest bit of doubt, likely enhanced by the lingering annoyance of it all. well—
he'll let it go. even if the followup questions aren't much better. )
I shouldn't say in the open. There was trouble over it last time.
( ... that sounds more ominous than it actually is. he swears. )
Do you cook much? Or is this supposed to be for a date.
That depends, are you going to ask me to cook you somethin that causes trouble? Because I don't think I can do that. Not... that I'm opposed, I just don't know how to cook much.
But if I can't make it, we can find some for you together.
Do you eat the cute little bunnies in the conservatory?
[That would be so fucking Funny Charlie is already imagining a feral mess of "wolf eared human" skittering around the plants shaking rabbits like chew toys and the screams of horror surrounding.]
Sorry, I missed the introduction. That was rude.
Charlie DiVincenzo. We can meet... eh.. well why don't you answer my question first?
Having favorites for these things requires having tried enough of them to know. You can just pick something you’d like. We can go from there.
( it’s a good thing he isn’t picky enough for “dealer’s choice” to be a problem— unless he gets treated to a pile of milk bones, or something. surely not……… )
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I've been told that before, that I need to expanding my view on people.
But I think I'm pretty damn open!
The guy who washes his sidewalk every week and then complains about the water bill, the kid who steals gum and sells it at school, the old lady who goes to the same store every day even though they stopped carrying the jam she likes ten years ago. Those are humans.
You got dog ears.
[There's no convincing Charlie you're human. But, better to tell people what they want to hear.]
So you're a human with dog ears!
Now, help me to continue to expand my definition here. What do you eat. Favorite food? Little past times? [He narrowly stops himself from making a ball fetching joke]
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( don't get it twisted.
the rest takes an extensive pause; he can follow the examples well enough despite the unfamiliarity with the details, the meandering train of thought that leads to— acceptance? he's frowning at his watch, feeling the slightest bit of doubt, likely enhanced by the lingering annoyance of it all. well—
he'll let it go. even if the followup questions aren't much better. )
I shouldn't say in the open. There was trouble over it last time.
( ... that sounds more ominous than it actually is. he swears. )
Do you cook much?
Or is this supposed to be for a date.
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That depends, are you going to ask me to cook you somethin that causes trouble? Because I don't think I can do that. Not... that I'm opposed, I just don't know how to cook much.
But if I can't make it, we can find some for you together.
Guess that's a date, isn't it?
You can tell me what you like in person!
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It's not that bad.
People are just sensitive about animals here.
Where am I meeting you and what am I calling you?
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[That would be so fucking Funny Charlie is already imagining a feral mess of "wolf eared human" skittering around the plants shaking rabbits like chew toys and the screams of horror surrounding.]
Sorry, I missed the introduction. That was rude.
Charlie DiVincenzo. We can meet... eh.. well why don't you answer my question first?
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They wouldn’t actually let me eat them.
( the deep sigh that accompanies this sadly does not get picked up by TTS, but maybe the energy is there regardless. )
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[For better or worse, Charlie's watch did pick up how hard he laughed.
There's a pause before the next message, ostensibly because he's getting himself together.]
That is. That is so sad for you. Not even one? There's so many of them!!
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(
Are you satisfied with the answer?
Don't suggest something like the conservatory because of it.
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I am satisfied with that answer! We'll go somewhere and get you a rare steak, eh? Gilded Cage? I'll buy.
In exchange, you can tell me a little more about yourself.
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Here’s your first piece of trivia.
It doesn’t have to be rare.
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You can tell me your favorite drink and your favorite desert too, right?
I'll need to get your order right.
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You can just pick something you’d like. We can go from there.
( it’s a good thing he isn’t picky enough for “dealer’s choice” to be a problem— unless he gets treated to a pile of milk bones, or something. surely not……… )
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If they have it.
I'll meet you there.
[OOC: wrapping up Charlie's end of the thread here! I can start us off for the next once we've got it all planned out <3 ]