[Charlie's trotted into town to check out the festival because that beats hanging about in a house by himself. The buzz of the crowd is pleasant, the most pleasant he's felt since arriving here, but there's an undertone that's... weird.
Is it springtime?
He doesn't go for the drink himself, since it usually takes prodigious quantities of liquid for him to feel any effects from boozing. He's skirting about the little groups of cooing, touchy humans, when that grab stops him.
He looks down. Rey's tiny against him but she's clinging hard enough he can't simply pull away. Odd creature, has she gotten him mixed up with her own kind?
He pokes her on one of her hair puffs, trying to get her attention so he can set his hand to her forehead to push her away.]
Liplocked for platonic affection
Is it springtime?
He doesn't go for the drink himself, since it usually takes prodigious quantities of liquid for him to feel any effects from boozing. He's skirting about the little groups of cooing, touchy humans, when that grab stops him.
He looks down. Rey's tiny against him but she's clinging hard enough he can't simply pull away. Odd creature, has she gotten him mixed up with her own kind?
He pokes her on one of her hair puffs, trying to get her attention so he can set his hand to her forehead to push her away.]