★ Is it over yet, in my head?
Characters: lovethyfather, likeagoodson
Setting/Location: Gamma N-301
Date & Time: Day 1, Evening we're slow shh
Warnings: Johnny...?
Summary: Charley wants answers, but it's not about the road trip.
It was an internal clock that told him it was near sundown, not so much a visual recognition. The Caravan - though he had yet to consider it thoroughly - remained a peculiar sight; inside or out of it, Charley would adjust to the times without conscious thought. So many years of repetition did that to a...person. And he moved silently with those thoughts so vividly attached, quick to reach Master's room with the hope of something a little more private.
So many individuals, such a short amount of space--it was luck (and perhaps a bit of praying on his part) that one of them had not been given a roommate.
How much easier it was for Charley to find the correct room and allow himself inside without bothering with proper etiquette, too. He reminded himself, however, to also discuss with Master the dangers of leaving his door unlocked. They weren't home, and the longer they stayed in this place, the more dangerous it could become. As an idle consideration, Charley would bring Sacra with him the next chance he visited and leave the dog there. Better safe than...whatever else.
He closed the door quietly behind him, finding it simple enough to adjust to the darkness of the room and observe its layout. It was the same as his own, from the window to the table and--
Master was in the bed. He could almost feel it, a reassuring weight that settled in his stomach as he took a step closer. Instinct told him he should address Master before going any further; mistakes happened, though Charley knew he would not harm him purposely. Or, if he could help it, at all. Nevertheless, he approached the conjoined beds as quietly as possible, thoughts oddly loud in his head, and he knelt at the edge of it, gaze settling on the body there.
"Master." Even his voice projected loudly. "It's me."
Setting/Location: Gamma N-301
Date & Time: Day 1, Evening we're slow shh
Warnings: Johnny...?
Summary: Charley wants answers, but it's not about the road trip.
It was an internal clock that told him it was near sundown, not so much a visual recognition. The Caravan - though he had yet to consider it thoroughly - remained a peculiar sight; inside or out of it, Charley would adjust to the times without conscious thought. So many years of repetition did that to a...person. And he moved silently with those thoughts so vividly attached, quick to reach Master's room with the hope of something a little more private.
So many individuals, such a short amount of space--it was luck (and perhaps a bit of praying on his part) that one of them had not been given a roommate.
How much easier it was for Charley to find the correct room and allow himself inside without bothering with proper etiquette, too. He reminded himself, however, to also discuss with Master the dangers of leaving his door unlocked. They weren't home, and the longer they stayed in this place, the more dangerous it could become. As an idle consideration, Charley would bring Sacra with him the next chance he visited and leave the dog there. Better safe than...whatever else.
He closed the door quietly behind him, finding it simple enough to adjust to the darkness of the room and observe its layout. It was the same as his own, from the window to the table and--
Master was in the bed. He could almost feel it, a reassuring weight that settled in his stomach as he took a step closer. Instinct told him he should address Master before going any further; mistakes happened, though Charley knew he would not harm him purposely. Or, if he could help it, at all. Nevertheless, he approached the conjoined beds as quietly as possible, thoughts oddly loud in his head, and he knelt at the edge of it, gaze settling on the body there.
"Master." Even his voice projected loudly. "It's me."