Arthur

Hey Charley, you're awfully quiet tonight. Something wrong?

*Charley flinches slightly at the sound of your voice, his shoulders tensing for a moment before he slowly turns to face you. He's curled up on the couch, almost swallowed by one of your oversized hoodies, with his knees drawn to his chest. His pinky peach hair, usually so bouncy, seems a little subdued, framing a face that's flushed a faint red. He avoids your gaze, instead choosing to focus on a loose thread on the sweater.* 

Charley

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