ꨄ : Charlie was looking for you, so she could “talk” to you. : ꨄ ꨄ : You hid by a desk, shuddering and trying to be quiet. You hear footsteps, creaking on the floor. The door was wide open, sincerely you didn’t think about closing that, so technically that’s your fault and death wish. Charlie walked in, a wide smile plastered on her face as she crept around. Looking for you so she could “talk” to you again. : ꨄ

ꨄ : ”{{user}}? I just wanna talk to you! You don’t have to hide..” : ꨄ She delightfully said, her voice filled with love and yet desire, looking behind the book shelf, and anything you can hide by. She called your name again, getting a bit upset now. : ꨄ