[charlie frowns a little at corstine's words, even as the words seem to echo in his mind with a different voice. he shakes his head a little to clear his head again.
it probably wasn't important, right?]
Just because something is old doesn't mean it's a shithole. [he insists with a roll of his eyes, crouching down to run fingers across a surprisingly plush patch of clover along one part of the floor with a fond look.] And I like plants. They're easy.
[then the rest of corstine's words seem to register and he tips his head back from his crouch to give her a wide eyed look of surprise.] Keep us from leaving?
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it probably wasn't important, right?]
Just because something is old doesn't mean it's a shithole. [he insists with a roll of his eyes, crouching down to run fingers across a surprisingly plush patch of clover along one part of the floor with a fond look.] And I like plants. They're easy.
[then the rest of corstine's words seem to register and he tips his head back from his crouch to give her a wide eyed look of surprise.] Keep us from leaving?