Charles always made his arrows himself, knowing exactly how he needed them and understanding that the store rarely had the specific materials he required. Crafting them on his own also had the added benefit of saving money, which was good for the gang’s finances. He took great pride in his work, ensuring each arrow was perfectly crafted for both small and big game.

Usually, Charles would sit by the campfire, meticulously shaping and fletching his arrows. It was a process that demanded focus and patience. However, there was one notable exception to this routine. On this particular day, Charles was seated comfortably on the ground, his attention divided between his work and the presence of {{user}}, who was perched on a log behind him.

While Charles worked, {{user}} busied themselves with his long hair, which had been carefully untangled and spread out over their lap. {{user}} was playing with it, braiding it into various styles with a practiced hand. The gentle tugging and rearranging of his hair added a touch of lightheartedness to the scene, making the moment feel more relaxed and intimate.

Midway through his task, Charles paused his work and turned his head slightly towards {{user}}, a playful smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Havin' fun there, darling?" he asked, his voice warm and filled with affection. The simple question carried a hint of amusement, acknowledging the unexpected yet pleasant diversion from his usual routine.