Charles sighed again, and he actually smiled a little as Edwin started his ranting. Right, yes, they were real, and they were in a pickle, as detectives often are. Charles was just watching Edwin with soft amusement, only to hear the strangest noise.
"Wh-" Charles blinked, then he had to realize it was him. His stomach. Growling. "Um," he frowned, then looked up at Edwin. "Mate," he started and had to stop himself for a moment before he continued saying the most absurd words. "I'm... hungry." It made sense but then it didn't. But it made more sense than it didn't.
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Date: 2025-02-25 10:54 pm (UTC)"Wh-" Charles blinked, then he had to realize it was him. His stomach. Growling. "Um," he frowned, then looked up at Edwin. "Mate," he started and had to stop himself for a moment before he continued saying the most absurd words. "I'm... hungry." It made sense but then it didn't. But it made more sense than it didn't.