Who: Charlie Grey and Franklin Richards When: Friday, March 20, evening Where: Franklin's house What: The boys spend a cozy weekend together Complete.
Charlie felt a little silly for bringing this much stuff for a three-night sleepover, especially when he only lived across the street. There was the little bag with clothes for the weekend, and a shopping bag with some food that wouldn't be good when he got back. Then there was Mungo, Mungo's litter box, the litter scooper, his food, his food dish, his water bowl, and a couple of toys. And a couple of movies to entertain the humans, too. It felt like a lot - but of course, once you took out Mungo's things, it wasn't quite as bad.
He'd just gotten things settled and was looking forward to relaxing with Franklin. The week hadn't been particularly taxing, but last week had been all packing and moving and then unpacking and now that the work was done they actually had a chance to enjoy Franklin's newfound freedom. Charlie had lost track of Mungo, who was off exploring this strange new playground; he could just barely hear the jingle of the cat's collar bell as he scampered from room to room. The whole place felt, well, not new, but it had the air of a place that hadn't really been occupied yet. It was still an empty house, despite having a new resident and being full of belongings.
Charlie rather liked that feeling. It was unsettled, and he was quite familiar with that feeling. It had followed him around throughout his entire childhood, only then the feeling wasn't in the houses, but in him. It wasn't a pleasant feeling, per se, but it was familiar.
Charlie shucked his shirt in the bedroom and began pawing through the bag he'd packed, looking for something a little more comfortable.