07-28-2018, 01:11 AM
Before things happened, he had been a part of a happy family. He didn't remember much of his father before he passed, but he still managed to keep his memory alive, keeping his pictures everywhere and sometimes writing him letters. As he grew older, though, he stopped. When his mother passed, it became harder to remember them. He had to keep a strong face for his sister, after all. Sometimes she would ask him about their parents, or just bring them up in conversation, and he would quickly turn things around to a new subject. Now, when he thought back on it, he wished he hadn't.
With the height difference, Charlie didn't notice Annie walking towards him, oblivious to his presence. Instead he kept walking until he felt something bump into him, barely fazed as he looked down to see her now on the ground. He frowned and bent down. "Oh, it's all fine, but are you alright?" he simply waved off her apology, reaching for the box she had dropped. He regarded it with a curious eye before handing it to her. He had seen a few children and even some adults walking around with henna marks on their skin, but he still wasn't quite sure what it was, only knowing that it was some sort of temporary tattoo.
A smile stretches out on his face at her cheery disposition, chuckling slightly as he stands up and extends a hand out for the child to take. "Good morning to you, too. Let me help you up," once she was on her feet again, he would run a hand down the front of his shirt, flattening it out. Again his attention goes down towards her box, finally voicing his question. "If I may ask, what's in your box there?" his best guess would be some sort of arts and crafts thing. Art wasn't his thing, though he admired the skill of those who were able to make such things. He didn't mind admiring a portrait or two.
With the height difference, Charlie didn't notice Annie walking towards him, oblivious to his presence. Instead he kept walking until he felt something bump into him, barely fazed as he looked down to see her now on the ground. He frowned and bent down. "Oh, it's all fine, but are you alright?" he simply waved off her apology, reaching for the box she had dropped. He regarded it with a curious eye before handing it to her. He had seen a few children and even some adults walking around with henna marks on their skin, but he still wasn't quite sure what it was, only knowing that it was some sort of temporary tattoo.
A smile stretches out on his face at her cheery disposition, chuckling slightly as he stands up and extends a hand out for the child to take. "Good morning to you, too. Let me help you up," once she was on her feet again, he would run a hand down the front of his shirt, flattening it out. Again his attention goes down towards her box, finally voicing his question. "If I may ask, what's in your box there?" his best guess would be some sort of arts and crafts thing. Art wasn't his thing, though he admired the skill of those who were able to make such things. He didn't mind admiring a portrait or two.
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