--- continued from here with @gun-twins-rlz
-- "Food... preferences-?"
Charlie tilts his head to the side, smile turning to a confused frown. Resembling a puppy in mannerisms, a kitten in facial expressions. Not that he actively realized this, however, and if told, would vehemently deny it.
While mulling over his response, his gaze continues to flit back and forth between Sile and Triggerz. Upon seeing Triggerz inspect his room, he stands up a bit straighter; glancing about his space as if suddenly self-conscious.
Charlie's room was one filled to the brim with three distinct things: bookcases, clutters of paperwork, and plants. Various diagrams of complex machines, plans, and what appeared to be scripts were hung up all along the walls. Most of them covered the large mirror at his vanity almost entirely.
Aside from the small section in the corner specifically designated for his pet rabbit - Sweetpea's - circular pen, the rest of the room was sheer organized chaos. Certainly holding a degree of categorization to it - of cobbled together neatness - yet still expressing the whirlwinds of a young creative. An artist.
Which Triggerz had picked up on, yes! But her subtle smile's "obvious" meaning wound up being entirely lost, on Charlie.
He awkwardly stands there, hands clasping and unclasping as he stares at her. Before he can start to sweat a bit TOO much, he shakes his head and tunes himself back into the conversation- laughing a bit TOO loudly, TOO suddenly.
-- "HAHA-! R- RIGHT! FOOD! UM-!"
Forcing a broad smile, he animatedly turns and heads toward a nearby cabinet. Opening one of the drawers, he reveals the contents to be filled to near bursting with countless bottles of pills and medical supplies. Prescribed medication, antibiotics, rolls of bandages, first-aid kits, EpiPens... all of which being ignored in favor of him pulling out a slip of paper.
Turning back to the twins, he then unfolds the slip of paper- revealing it to actually be a list. A long list. One that continues to unfold itself, growing gradually longer and longer, up until it reaches the floor.
-- "I-I have a list! Um- P- Papa made it, for me. A-And for... Dad. Because he, uh, kept.. forgetting all of my allergies."
Charlie leans out toward Sile as he turns the list around so that she can view it, with him gesturing toward the words neatly printed on it.
-- "I-I'm a- a vegetarian, NOT vegan. I like all sorts of things! Bu- But, you know, I-I can't have, um.. things like peanuts, food dye, most dairy products, wheat... Y-You can have this list, to go over! I have lots of copies."
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