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[After a moment of digging through his pockets, and then his messenger bag, Embrik produces a plastic baggie full of pretzels, somewhat cracked from transport. Unsure of whether or not this is sufficient, he holds the bag out like an offering.]

[Charlie looks at the cracked pretzels like they're made out of gold and flashes the young guy a big but slightly nervous grin.]

Thanks, dude! How many do I get?

[Nora is immediately taken aback by the man asking her for food. She quickly scavenges around in her bag and finds the tomato and cheese sandwich she had bought from the cafe to make up for her lunch, cold but still fresh and intact. It was odd that she hadn't eaten it, but in this scenario she was grateful.

She immediately sat herself down so she was facing the young man and pulled the sandwich out of her bag to offer to him.]

"Will this do?"

[Charlie thinks she seemed like a rich lady who'd have lots of nice food, that's why he asked. He's usually no good at talking to pretty girls, unlike his friends Mac and Dennis.

He's so hungry that his, slightly chubby but it's mostly because of the beers, stomach hurts and he probably look kind of pathetic, whimpering and clutching it.]

"Wow... sure would! Is that cheese?" [He's pretty obsessed with cheese and can't resist grinning at her.]

[She nods, smiling at the fact that at least he's happy with what she's giving him. She's only seen that facial expression too many times with her work in the shelter. And it still pierces her heart every single time.]

"That and tomato, if you don't mind."

[Charlie quickly takes the sandwich in his grubby hands and all but devours it. No one taught him any table manners, you see.]

"Mmmmf- I don't mind tomato!" [So tasty! All he's had since yesterday were those free peanuts you get at the bar. Really, he's not used to anyone being so nice to him... makes him a little bit shy.]

[She doesn't mind the way he's eating it one bit. Judging by the look on his face, it was obvious that he hadn't had enough food for a while.]

"I'm glad you liked it."

"Do- do you have any more stuff? Dude, that cheese was amazing!" [His entire day is made, though Charlie's still pretty hungry... he can't stop thinking about spaghetti now. Or pizza.]

"I'll bash loads of rats for you."

[She has to laugh at his comment about the rats. She never had a problem with rats and mice except for the student apartment she had to live in while she was at university. And even then, she moved into Victor's tiny space eventually, so that was only temporary.

But his previous question pulls her into a somewhat saddened state and she softly shakes her head.]

"I'm sorry, that was all I had with me. And sadly, I do not have a problem with rats right now. But thank you for offering nonetheless."

"That's alright. That sandwich was like, the best sandwich I ever had." [Charlie tries not to ask her if she'll cook anything for him, like spaghetti or potatoes, because he knows those kind of questions scare women by now, even if he's not sure why. He doesn't want that nice lady to think he's gross.]

"If you ever get a rat problem or a bee problem, I'm your man. Just go to Paddy's Pub, ask for Charlie! I'm also good with toilets."

[She giggles again at how easily excitable he is. Even though she can sense some sort of immaturity emanating from him, it doesn't seem to be particularly harmful for now. And anyways, she needs to go home soon- nightfall is the worst time to be up and around in these streets.

So she gets up and dusts herself off, still smiling at him.]

"All right. If I ever do find a stray bee in my room, I'll be sure to go there."

"Do- do you want me to walk you home? Safe and all that?" [Charlie tends to cling to any small amount of kindness given to him and he'd hate for someone to mug this sweet lady.]

"There's loads of bad people! Way worse than your average bee." [He gets up to follow her, feeling much better after that awesome, cheesy sandwich.]

"I'm not a bad guy, I'm a janitor."

All of them. I don't like pretzels, but my sister always buys them anyway. [To say she has an addiction to them is to say people find her brother only slightly creepy, with his monotone voice and tendency towards staring.]

[So the man is a manchild, but considering that he has been nothing but benevolent to her so far, she won't be harsh to him in any way. At that point, she politely shakes her head, her smile much more faint]

"I know. And I'll be fine. I'm just happy I could help you out, Charlie."

[And at that, she simply walks away, taking one last glance at him to make sure he isn't in any immediate danger]

Edited 2014-06-26 06:21 (UTC)

[ He'll be okay! Charlie's going to go back to the pub and do his 'Charlie Work', but with a way less rumbly stomach. He waves after her. ]

"See ya, pretty lady! Thanks for the cheese."

I don't get how- how anyone can NOT like pretzels. [He's pretty creeped out by that, though he doesn't seem to notice any other creepiness the guy has going on.

Charlie helps himself to a big handful or pretzels. Mmmm. Messy eater here, you may want to step back!]

Salty! These are awesome.

[Michael looks down at his tray of food; two burgers, large fries, nuggets...

Technically three burgers but he's eating one at the moment.]

You know, I'm feeling generous today.

[He picks up one of the still wrapped up burgers and holds it out for him.]

Hope you like ketchup. And onions. And pickles. And mustered. And like...everything under the sun.

[Charlie lets out a rather manic little giggle. This dude has SO much food and he really hoped he'd share some! He was hoping for a chicken nugget or some fries but instead...

That delicious looking hamburger is going to be in his tummy. This is awesome.]

You're serious, dude?

[Michael just kind of chuckles at his reaction. He can't judge. He's a growing teenager who loves his food -- hence the three artery-clogging burgers.]

I'm totally one hundred percent serious, bro. I should be trying a little harder not to get fat anyway.

[-1 burger will totally do the trick.]

You don't look like you're fat! [Charlie says with a little grin, not taking his eyes off the prize for even one second.

He takes it and starts munching away, getting a little messy. It's just so good, like the best burger he ever tasted!]

Wow. You're my new best bud!

Not yet.

[Even though he's a pretty small guy, he's fairly certain that if he keeps stuffing his face he's going to get big without being able to run to burn all those calories he keeps chugging down.]

Dude, how long has it been since you've eaten? [Judging by the way he's devouring that burger it's been a while. That, or he just really loves food. Which he can relate to, honestly.]

Like... two days, dude! Just had some peanuts. 'm hungry. [Charlie's short and a little cuddly but he still gets hungry after two days of just beer and stale peanuts.

This burger tastes so good.]

You're a nice kid, sharing your food. No one ever shares with Charlie.