CHARLIE'S GREATEST HITS #2

[losttofate]

Who: Charlie and anyone!
Where: Government District, under a tree
Style: Either!
Status: Super open

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[chose_death]

[Javert walks briskly past Charlie's resting place, his head bowed in distraction, a thick pile of reports tucked under his arm, his police-cane swinging idly at his belt. It isn't until he has walked well past that quiet little park that the Inspector suddenly halts at the sound of a single guitar strum.

He knows that guitar.

Javert turns around and stares at Charlie. After a few moment's silence he looks back in the direction he is headed - toward police headquarters. And then his sharp eyes settle back onto Charlie, brow furrowed, a deep frown on his face.

Out of his pocket he draws his watch to check the time.

Ah, says the contraction in his brows. Lunch hour. That explains it.

Javert drops the watch back into his pocket.]

You will find five more added to your pile, Pace.

[losttofate]

[Distracted as he is in this little rhyming game he's so absorbed in, the much younger man doesn't appear to notice Javert walk by him at first. He's far too busy jotting down scribbled notes for this song onto the notepad he is so expertly balancing on his knee.

However. at that incredibly familiar voice jolting him from his thoughts, Charlie peeks up at his boss from his position on the ground. His relaxed posture straightens immediately.]

Yes, sir! I'll be on it right away.

[chose_death]

[Javert frowns in silence for awhile, his gaze probing Charlie's. He abruptly asks,]

Have you lunched already?

[losttofate]

[Charlie may be used to seeing that gaze daily, but that doesn't mean he's unaffected by it.

Still, he grins up at the tall man, beaming cheerfully.]

Nope, not yet. Thought I'd spend a few minutes with my guitar first.

[He strokes his guitar lovingly. Yes, strokes. This is the closest thing to a woman he has right now, okay?]

[whatwouldvedado]

[Tieria walks up on the man sitting with his guitar as he is spouting out words trying to rhyme them with "Aerith." He rolls his eyes. How foolish.]

There is no word that rhymes with Aerith.

[losttofate]

[The cute man peeks up from his notebook and guitar, looking quite surprised at such a rude outburst.]

Huh?

[whatwouldvedado]

You were trying to find a word that rhymed with the word Aerith, yet there is no such word.

[losttofate]

[That beaming smile of his may dampen slightly, but you won`t break his shining spirit!

Charlie straightens flat against the thick tree behind him, hand resting lazily on his guitar.]

Well, maybe not exactly, but I can make something work if it sounds close enough.

[losttofate]

[Charlie glances up (waaay up), quickly recognizing the man from over the network. His face splits into a cheerful grin.]

Hey, that's a pretty good one.

[losttofate]

Yep, that's right. I promised I would since she's been so kind to bring me flowers for my desk.

[Much appreciated, mate! Charlie tilts his head towards the dog.]

Mind if I pet 'im?