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hopalongcharlie (hopalongcharlie) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Charlie shook his head, waving off Theodore's apology. "No, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have snapped, but I really didn't want you to hurt yourself. Dragon-handlers, or former ones in my case, tend not to fuck around when trying to keep people out." Not that he'd actually done all of the warding himself, but he'd called in someone he knew from his previous life who was more specialised and they'd worked something out together that was applicable to a more people-centred environment, but still had the strength and flair of some of the wards he'd known in Romania.

He considered Theodore's offer for a moment, whilst wondering absently if he actually preferred Theo. Not that he was planning to ask, Theodore was how he'd introduced himself after all. "I...no I'm fine now, thank you. There's plenty of wall for me to stay by between the doors and big room, and I'll just summon a chair once I'm through," he said. He'd been tempted to suggest he came in, or maybe even ask him to wait and then buy him a cake in a few minutes when he headed back to the patisserie, but it all seemed like overkill. Although he did seem very concerned...but Charlie mentally shook his head and dismissed the thought. "I assure you, I'll be fine. The wonky leg thing is admittedly a bit fucked up, but I've had this sort of thing happen before." Not often, or recently, but enough, and there hadn't always been someone there to save him.

"Thank you though, very much. I really do appreciate it," he said holding out his hand again.