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“ It distracted you. “ Charles reiterated. He hadn’t thought he was afraid, but he did want to keep him on task. This was already a lot of pressure, but one wrong move and the honeycomb would break and you would die. He just wanted him to keep his eye on the ball.

He smirked when he snorted. At least he’d gotten him back on task. “ Maybe if we get out of here I’ll commission you for something. Don’t have a big place or anything, but I’m sure I could figure out something that would make Ivy smile. “ Though, it was rare now that she even got to leave the hospital. He frowned in thought of it.

But Flint kept him on task, and his mind didn’t stray for long. Other players whispered about them. How could they talk so calmly when their lives were at risk? Idiots didn’t realize the point of it. “ I mean, sort of yeah. My dad’s a big guy.. I mean like he’s fucking huge. I’m six foot, but he’s damn near seven. “ He chuckled. “ Anyway, he had a heart attack when I was four and we were home alone. My parents had taught me my address, so I was able to call 911 and stay with him. Ever since then? I always wanted to work in the medical field. “

The next day Charles had awoken to that annoying music, groaning slightly as he got out of his bed. Food was served first, and as promised he fetched both he and Flint’s meal. They ate quietly together, saving their energy for what was to come, whatever the next game might be. He’d checked on Flint’s leg, and being the nurse, he made a makeshift bandage out of a torn sheet. It would at least support that ankle, especially if they had something physical.

The square soldier had emerged, called them all into the gaming hall. Once again it was up those stairs, which took longer this time due to his injury. Angry players pushed past them, frustrated about the fact they were slow, but Charles didn’t care. When Flint cursed at one, he put a hand on his chest to steady him and bring him into focus. “ Don’t bother. Come on, I’ve got you. And step up.. “

Somehow they’d made it. They were the last ones to make it, but they’d done it, walking into the strange indoor playground area. The shapes lined the wall, and Charles was definitely confused. There was a jungle gym, a few other things, but he was mostly concerned about the shapes on the wall. When Flint looked at him curiously, hoping maybe he knew due to his affinity with Korean culture, he shrugged. “ I’ve got no fucking clue what this is. “ Then, that voice came on overhead.

Players, before the second game begins, please choose one of the four shapes you see on the wall. Once you’ve chosen your shape, please stand infront of it.

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Charles did end up laughing at his words. They had to laugh somehow or they’d never get through this ordeal. The picture of the grown man swinging on that pink swing with him happily pushing him was funny as hell. Maybe they’d get away with it, or maybe they would just leave this room as soon as possible. “ I’m not leaving until we BOTH pass. “ He looked him in the eye then. They would make it. They got this far.

He smirked widely when he talked about him having steady hands. “ Probably the steadiest in here. “ He said with pride, taking the needle and sliding it over and over the first side of the honeycomb. If they took their time, they could do this. Problem was, they didn’t have much.

“ Oh really? “ He looked up to him then, then down at his hands. Flint’s hands were certainly strong, and he could tell from here they were calloused. “ I love fishing, I just don’t really have the chance to do it anymore. “ He frowned softly, but continued. Talking like this, speaking calmly was helping him through it, even as he jumped a little from the gunshot. He reached across and gently touched his wrist, trying to pull his attention back. “ Focus on the task. Shut everything out but my voice. “ He said this very sweetly, just trying to coax him back.

He removed his hand and got back to carving. “ So tell me, what kind of stuff did you weld? And carve, too. Did you just make dozens of shelves? “ He softly teased.

The next day Charles had awoken to that annoying music, groaning slightly as he got out of his bed. Food was served first, and as promised he fetched both he and Flint’s meal. They ate quietly together, saving their energy for what was to come, whatever the next game might be. He’d checked on Flint’s leg, and being the nurse, he made a makeshift bandage out of a torn sheet. It would at least support that ankle, especially if they had something physical.

The square soldier had emerged, called them all into the gaming hall. Once again it was up those stairs, which took longer this time due to his injury. Angry players pushed past them, frustrated about the fact they were slow, but Charles didn’t care. When Flint cursed at one, he put a hand on his chest to steady him and bring him into focus. “ Don’t bother. Come on, I’ve got you. And step up.. “

Somehow they’d made it. They were the last ones to make it, but they’d done it, walking into the strange indoor playground area. The shapes lined the wall, and Charles was definitely confused. There was a jungle gym, a few other things, but he was mostly concerned about the shapes on the wall. When Flint looked at him curiously, hoping maybe he knew due to his affinity with Korean culture, he shrugged. “ I’ve got no fucking clue what this is. “ Then, that voice came on overhead.

Players, before the second game begins, please choose one of the four shapes you see on the wall. Once you’ve chosen your shape, please stand infront of it.

@avastyetwats

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Charles had that fear too. He worried that there may be only one winner, but he’d get to that when it came. For now, the goal was to get both men out of this wretched place. He’d laughed when he mentioned the swings. “ Maybe if we survive this round I’ll give you a push. “

Once they were shown the tables, he was even more confused. What was in those containers? He took his, and helped Flint walk away, back to a spot near the swings with him. He opened his container, arching a brow. Was this.. His eyes widened. “ Honeycomb. “ He’d never known the name for it, but he’d seen them before. His face lit up a bit at the realization. “ These are honeycomb discs. Kids carve the shapes out. I remember seeing these before. “

He suddenly laughed, jumping a bit in realization, grabbing onto his arm. “ Oh god, we got lucky.. “ He gestured for him to sit with him. At least this was something they could rest for. Well.. not rest, but they didn’t have to be on their feet.

Players, you will have ten minutes to carve out your shape, or you will be eliminated.

Charles took a deep breath, looking to the time that was thrown up on the wall. He looked at Flint, reassuring him. “ We can do this. Just take your time. “

The next day Charles had awoken to that annoying music, groaning slightly as he got out of his bed. Food was served first, and as promised he fetched both he and Flint’s meal. They ate quietly together, saving their energy for what was to come, whatever the next game might be. He’d checked on Flint’s leg, and being the nurse, he made a makeshift bandage out of a torn sheet. It would at least support that ankle, especially if they had something physical.

The square soldier had emerged, called them all into the gaming hall. Once again it was up those stairs, which took longer this time due to his injury. Angry players pushed past them, frustrated about the fact they were slow, but Charles didn’t care. When Flint cursed at one, he put a hand on his chest to steady him and bring him into focus. “ Don’t bother. Come on, I’ve got you. And step up.. “

Somehow they’d made it. They were the last ones to make it, but they’d done it, walking into the strange indoor playground area. The shapes lined the wall, and Charles was definitely confused. There was a jungle gym, a few other things, but he was mostly concerned about the shapes on the wall. When Flint looked at him curiously, hoping maybe he knew due to his affinity with Korean culture, he shrugged. “ I’ve got no fucking clue what this is. “ Then, that voice came on overhead.

Players, before the second game begins, please choose one of the four shapes you see on the wall. Once you’ve chosen your shape, please stand infront of it.

@avastyetwats

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Charles frowned. He knew Flint was right. He’d barely made it up the stairs. “ I’m hoping maybe this game isn’t physical. “ Said as strong arms held him up at his side. He didn’t know this man’s story, but now he reacted to simple touch? He wanted to know. He wanted to help him.

He stared at the different shapes as Flint postulated about what they might mean. He stared at the umbrella. “ You might be right..but I don’t want to risk it on chance. We have a 25 percent chance of guessing correctly, and this is life or death. “ He resituated the man next to him. “ Circles just.. it seems to easy. Too obvious. I think we should choose triangle. Three sides, it.. I dunno how to explain it, but I have a feeling. “

Slowly he looked at his face. “ Whatever we choose, we choose together. I am not going to let you die, Flint. “ He finally promised him aloud. “ And I know you’ll help me get home to my babygirl. I think we should choose triangle. “ Which was indeed the best option.

The next day Charles had awoken to that annoying music, groaning slightly as he got out of his bed. Food was served first, and as promised he fetched both he and Flint’s meal. They ate quietly together, saving their energy for what was to come, whatever the next game might be. He’d checked on Flint’s leg, and being the nurse, he made a makeshift bandage out of a torn sheet. It would at least support that ankle, especially if they had something physical.

The square soldier had emerged, called them all into the gaming hall. Once again it was up those stairs, which took longer this time due to his injury. Angry players pushed past them, frustrated about the fact they were slow, but Charles didn’t care. When Flint cursed at one, he put a hand on his chest to steady him and bring him into focus. “ Don’t bother. Come on, I’ve got you. And step up.. “

Somehow they’d made it. They were the last ones to make it, but they’d done it, walking into the strange indoor playground area. The shapes lined the wall, and Charles was definitely confused. There was a jungle gym, a few other things, but he was mostly concerned about the shapes on the wall. When Flint looked at him curiously, hoping maybe he knew due to his affinity with Korean culture, he shrugged. “ I’ve got no fucking clue what this is. “ Then, that voice came on overhead.

Players, before the second game begins, please choose one of the four shapes you see on the wall. Once you’ve chosen your shape, please stand infront of it.

@avastyetwats

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The next day Charles had awoken to that annoying music, groaning slightly as he got out of his bed. Food was served first, and as promised he fetched both he and Flint’s meal. They ate quietly together, saving their energy for what was to come, whatever the next game might be. He’d checked on Flint’s leg, and being the nurse, he made a makeshift bandage out of a torn sheet. It would at least support that ankle, especially if they had something physical.

The square soldier had emerged, called them all into the gaming hall. Once again it was up those stairs, which took longer this time due to his injury. Angry players pushed past them, frustrated about the fact they were slow, but Charles didn’t care. When Flint cursed at one, he put a hand on his chest to steady him and bring him into focus. “ Don’t bother. Come on, I’ve got you. And step up.. “

Somehow they’d made it. They were the last ones to make it, but they’d done it, walking into the strange indoor playground area. The shapes lined the wall, and Charles was definitely confused. There was a jungle gym, a few other things, but he was mostly concerned about the shapes on the wall. When Flint looked at him curiously, hoping maybe he knew due to his affinity with Korean culture, he shrugged. “ I’ve got no fucking clue what this is. “ Then, that voice came on overhead.

Players, before the second game begins, please choose one of the four shapes you see on the wall. Once you’ve chosen your shape, please stand infront of it.

@avastyetwats

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Charles didn’t exactly have anything to lose by telling him the truth. He didn’t think Flint would go out of his way to hurt him, but he didn’t know. He also knew that if he shared a little he might trust him more, but talking about his daughter was difficult.

“ Colorado Springs. There’s both Navy and Army bases there, so ya know. “ He’d already explained that. He was American through and through. However Flint.. hm. “ You’re British, I get that much from the accent. “

Charles lay flat on his bunk now, arms behind his head as he’d given Flint his pillow for now. He listened to what he had to say, how he wasn’t used to being touched like that. …. medically? Surely he meant intimately, and that hadn’t been his intent. But he stared up into the black ceiling of the bunk above him. “ Ivy. Her name is Ivy. Her mom isn’t in the picture, so.. “ He sighed, closing his eyes. What he wouldn’t give for a hug from her right now. “ Being a single dad is tough. “

Charles looked up and stared at the redhead. Did he already not trust him? It was good to observe things like that though. “ The city I’m from has a big military population, always people going in and out, and with that means Korean wives. You’ve heard of Chinatown? We have Koreatown. You pick up a few things living there, especially if you like the food. He chuckled, thinking aloud. “ My daughter— “

He caught himself. He’d said too much. His child was a vulnerability here against him he realized, but it was already too late, and thankfully only Flint was listening. “ My daughter really likes their snacks. “ He reminisced with a fond smile. “ There’s a local woman who gives her all kinds of them for free. She’s really very kind. However, we’ll find no such kindness here. “

When he pulled back, he arched a brow. Why had he reacted that way? Maybe he was one of those tough assholes that never went to the doctor until it was too late. “ I was just trying to encourage the blood flow. Promotes healing, but sorry. “ He sighed softly, rising from the bunk to move to his, giving him some space.

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Charles had been looking out the spyglass when he felt hands on his broad shoulders. A skeleton crew worked the deck of The Ranger. It was night time. Peaceful. But he’d been unable to really sleep, which was his normal at times. It’s why he smoked cannibas, tried opiates. It had been an attempt to help him sleep.

The only thing that managed to really help was Flint. When he was in his arms, the over emotional Captain could rest. But tonight was just one of those nights he couldn’t relax, and he’d left James on his pile of furs.

He groaned softly, lowering the instrument as those strong hands began to work on his bare shoulders. “ How is it.. you always seem to know what I need? “ He purred softly as his eyes struggled to stay open. But then he looked over his shoulder. “ Did I wake you? “

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Charles laughed softly, hair falling down about his face and over the other. “ That’s not what you said last night. I think last night it was .. harder, Charles, harder. “ He smirked confidently, but he leaned down to meet his kiss.

Then he sat up and was laughing again. The thought of him and his girls howling at the moon was a funny ass image, he had to admit. But at the mention of the moon, he sighed. “ Four days. In four days we can’t be around you at all. We lose all control then, and I don’t want anything to happen to you. “ He said fondly, cupping his cheek.

"So, uh, are you able to howl as a human? Or only as a wolf?" A fair question, Flint thought. A silly question, but a fair one none-the-less. He was trying to learn more about them. (For Werewolf Charles xD)

Charles wrinkled his nose at the question as he rested on the couch. It was a silly question, it made him chuckle, but if he wanted to be silly, so could Charles. He could be playful anyway.

So he moved to crawl over to Flint who sat at the other end of the couch on all fours like the predator he was. He let out a low animal growl. “ I mean, if you do the right things I could be howling. “ Charles made it playful and sexy. It had been so damn long since he’d felt the desire to flirt, let alone be with anyone. Flint changed that.

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Charles looked up and stared at the redhead. Did he already not trust him? It was good to observe things like that though. “ The city I’m from has a big military population, always people going in and out, and with that means Korean wives. You’ve heard of Chinatown? We have Koreatown. You pick up a few things living there, especially if you like the food. He chuckled, thinking aloud. “ My daughter— “

He caught himself. He’d said too much. His child was a vulnerability here against him he realized, but it was already too late, and thankfully only Flint was listening. “ My daughter really likes their snacks. “ He reminisced with a fond smile. “ There’s a local woman who gives her all kinds of them for free. She’s really very kind. However, we’ll find no such kindness here. “

When he pulled back, he arched a brow. Why had he reacted that way? Maybe he was one of those tough assholes that never went to the doctor until it was too late. “ I was just trying to encourage the blood flow. Promotes healing, but sorry. “ He sighed softly, rising from the bunk to move to his, giving him some space.

“ I hadn’t thought that actually.. “ Charles admitted to the comment about the name. “ I just thought that the name has strength, its consonants sharp. You are strength, Flint. “

He knew this by the way he handled his ankle too. Charles knew it was the adrenaline that dulled the pain, and yet he still admired it. Charles had a high pain tolerance himself, but a very low emotional tolerance. He’d cried earlier, after all, and when he was angry he could be a complete brat. Player 059 was a complicated man with a complicated child of his own.

He chuckled. “ Oh I see now you’re just using me for my medical expertise. “ He softly teased as he worked with his foot. He gently laid it down and rose up, grabbing his own pillow from what he’d established as his bed, and placed it under his foot to elevate it. “ Sadly, I don’t. When the food comes, I’ll go get your share. I want you to stay off that ankle as much as possible. “ He smirked softly. “ Somehow I just know that will be hard for you. “

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Exactly. Charles liked being a bit spontaneous at times, like now. At the mention of his children, his gaze followed Flint’s, smiling as he saw one of them run by. He turned his attention back to him. “ Flint, you’ll find out as a parent of three wild kids that you’ll try to get nookie anytime they’re distracted. “ He laughed as he nuzzled into his throat, giving it a few kisses. “ And no, we only howl and bay at the moon as humans. Only in our true forms. “

"So, uh, are you able to howl as a human? Or only as a wolf?" A fair question, Flint thought. A silly question, but a fair one none-the-less. He was trying to learn more about them. (For Werewolf Charles xD)

Charles wrinkled his nose at the question as he rested on the couch. It was a silly question, it made him chuckle, but if he wanted to be silly, so could Charles. He could be playful anyway.

So he moved to crawl over to Flint who sat at the other end of the couch on all fours like the predator he was. He let out a low animal growl. “ I mean, if you do the right things I could be howling. “ Charles made it playful and sexy. It had been so damn long since he’d felt the desire to flirt, let alone be with anyone. Flint changed that.

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“ Yes, but even with the robotic sound you can hear an accent. And that big doll? She was singing in Korean. “ Charles heard a lot of Korean where he was from. There was a big population. He even knew a few words here and there, but he couldn’t hold a conversation. The fact that he knew any seemed to please the old Korean ladies in his city, and he often got a discount on goods. There was a woman that even doted on his daughter, giving him free sweets for her to enjoy.

He sighed softly. “ My point is, they might not be kids games you and I know. I mean, we were recruited with ddakji. “ He pronounced it beautifully. Maybe he knew more than a few words. “ Might be things like go stop, which is a card game. Or stuff like gongii. That’s like jacks. “ Seemed he knew quite a bit. It might even seem suspicious.

But he chuckled softly as his hands rested on Flint’s leg. He slowly started to massage it above the ankle in hopes to improve blood flow.He had to survive this, and he knew he wasn’t emotionally strong enough to get through on his own. “ So you like strategy games. “ He smiled softly. “ I loved Battleship. I played a lot of sports as a kid, but I liked board games too. “ He continued rubbing his leg. “ Let’s hope it’s not hopscotch. “

“ I hadn’t thought that actually.. “ Charles admitted to the comment about the name. “ I just thought that the name has strength, its consonants sharp. You are strength, Flint. “

He knew this by the way he handled his ankle too. Charles knew it was the adrenaline that dulled the pain, and yet he still admired it. Charles had a high pain tolerance himself, but a very low emotional tolerance. He’d cried earlier, after all, and when he was angry he could be a complete brat. Player 059 was a complicated man with a complicated child of his own.

He chuckled. “ Oh I see now you’re just using me for my medical expertise. “ He softly teased as he worked with his foot. He gently laid it down and rose up, grabbing his own pillow from what he’d established as his bed, and placed it under his foot to elevate it. “ Sadly, I don’t. When the food comes, I’ll go get your share. I want you to stay off that ankle as much as possible. “ He smirked softly. “ Somehow I just know that will be hard for you. “

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"So, uh, are you able to howl as a human? Or only as a wolf?" A fair question, Flint thought. A silly question, but a fair one none-the-less. He was trying to learn more about them. (For Werewolf Charles xD)

Charles wrinkled his nose at the question as he rested on the couch. It was a silly question, it made him chuckle, but if he wanted to be silly, so could Charles. He could be playful anyway.

So he moved to crawl over to Flint who sat at the other end of the couch on all fours like the predator he was. He let out a low animal growl. “ I mean, if you do the right things I could be howling. “ Charles made it playful and sexy. It had been so damn long since he’d felt the desire to flirt, let alone be with anyone. Flint changed that.

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Charles rolled his eyes once again. “ Everyone in Nassau knows that fucking story, Flint. Especially me. “ He groaned heavily, but he had sat the ace down.

Then he had a face of horror. “ James, you didn’t. Tell me you didn’t tell Bonnet. “ He put a palm on his face. “ All right when Izzy comes over to kick your ass for that? I’m gonna sit back and watch. I’ll pop boiled peanuts in my mouth and watch you get the shit kicked out of you. “ He growled softly.

“ Gimme. “ He got back at him in his own way, he snatched up whatever part of his lover’s shirt that he could, and used it to start wiping off his sweat. “ Now you can stink too, Flint. “ Though honestly Flint would probably enjoy it, with how he’d been drooling just a moment ago.

"Charles, I... I have something that I need to tell you." He almost couldn't look at him as he approached, eyes cast downward, his expression solemn. "You're not going to like this.." Fuck... he was nervous. Almost... almost afraid. He takes in a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves and finally finding the strength to look Charles in the eyes. He just needed to say it.

"It's... it's about a spaniard named Vasquez."

Smirk.

Charles had been working. Manual labor was something he’d done all his life, and when it came to working on their house, it wasn’t that big of a deal to him. It was earlier in the morning, cooler outside, and he’d gone to chop up some more wood so they’d have it ready when they needed it. Shirtless and glistening with sweat, he swung his axe, splitting the wood. But then he heard James.

“ What the fuck are you going on about? “ The way he held himself.. looked like he’d done something he didn’t want to tell him about. Well now he was worried, frowning. But as soon as he told him a look of annoyance came over his face and he gave him a hard shove. “ Don’t you do that to me! I should swing this at your head. You fucking idiot. “ He half smirked, half smiled.

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“ My patients at the hospital haven’t done shit for me either, and yet I still tend to them. Kindness is sometimes a virtue. “ And sometimes it could get you killed. “ And let’s just hope the next game isn’t physical. This is gonna hurt worse after a night’s sleep. “ The third day was usually the worst. If they could keep him off that foot as much as possible, maybe he’d have a chance.

He tucked a stray strand behind his ear and sighed. “ Honestly I have no idea. Red light, green light is a children’s game though. Maybe we’ll be playing kids games. “ He sat on the bed there with him, hugging a knee to his chest. “ But they might not be games we know. I think their voices are being disguised, but you can still hear a slight accent. So these games might not be anything you and I know. “

He had another thought. “ What games were you good at when you were a kid? I was a merciless dodgeball player myself. “

“ I hadn’t thought that actually.. “ Charles admitted to the comment about the name. “ I just thought that the name has strength, its consonants sharp. You are strength, Flint. “

He knew this by the way he handled his ankle too. Charles knew it was the adrenaline that dulled the pain, and yet he still admired it. Charles had a high pain tolerance himself, but a very low emotional tolerance. He’d cried earlier, after all, and when he was angry he could be a complete brat. Player 059 was a complicated man with a complicated child of his own.

He chuckled. “ Oh I see now you’re just using me for my medical expertise. “ He softly teased as he worked with his foot. He gently laid it down and rose up, grabbing his own pillow from what he’d established as his bed, and placed it under his foot to elevate it. “ Sadly, I don’t. When the food comes, I’ll go get your share. I want you to stay off that ankle as much as possible. “ He smirked softly. “ Somehow I just know that will be hard for you. “

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"Charles, I... I have something that I need to tell you." He almost couldn't look at him as he approached, eyes cast downward, his expression solemn. "You're not going to like this.." Fuck... he was nervous. Almost... almost afraid. He takes in a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves and finally finding the strength to look Charles in the eyes. He just needed to say it.

"It's... it's about a spaniard named Vasquez."

Smirk.

Charles had been working. Manual labor was something he’d done all his life, and when it came to working on their house, it wasn’t that big of a deal to him. It was earlier in the morning, cooler outside, and he’d gone to chop up some more wood so they’d have it ready when they needed it. Shirtless and glistening with sweat, he swung his axe, splitting the wood. But then he heard James.

“ What the fuck are you going on about? “ The way he held himself.. looked like he’d done something he didn’t want to tell him about. Well now he was worried, frowning. But as soon as he told him a look of annoyance came over his face and he gave him a hard shove. “ Don’t you do that to me! I should swing this at your head. You fucking idiot. “ He half smirked, half smiled.

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Charles was snug in his pajamas, shirtless of course. It was a sleepy Sunday morning, and he’d gotten up first. So while Flint had slept, he’d turned on Disney Dreamlight Valley, as he often did in the morning. He was trying to work on one of the harder puzzles in the game. He wanted this damn Ratatouille sign for his French bakery.

He grumbled softly. “ Why does it have to be all the same color. “ He slouched down more on their couch.

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Charles was adept at filth, that’s for damned sure. However, his partner didn’t exactly make it easy on him; the freckled and fiery man that he was. He was pure temptation that could always set his mind ablaze. Right now though, he wanted to enjoy this time with him. He cherished their time alone.

He was proud too that Flint had selected their best plates. It showed just how much he thought of his meal. He sat down and took a drink once it was poured, licking his lips. “ Uh oh. What happened? “ Didn’t sound like he’d had good days while he was gone, and he was more than happy to hear him rant about his trip. He reached over a moment, pushing back a stray red hair from his face, tucking it sweetly behind his ear. He wanted no obstruction of his handsome face.

“ S’not my job to cook for the crew. There’ve been times I cooked for Anne and Jackie, but that’s because I wanted a good meal. “ He smirked, taking a bite. “ Only you get all my cooking now. “ Which he was sure he’d be happy with.

“ How much do you love me, James? “

“…What did you do, Charles?” @fornassau