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hopalongcharlie (hopalongcharlie) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

"You're too kind," he said. "Really, I can make tea from here pretty much." He could too, although it would be annoying magical tea which was fine but not quite the best. And he wasn't dizzy so standing wasn't a problem, he mostly just felt miserable. "Although I wouldn't say no to tea in a bit if you really don't mind," he hazarded after a few seconds. "Please make one for yourself too. Mugs are above the draw with the spoons in. So's the tea. Pot's on the side. Honey in the one to the left of the mugs. I think the lemons are with the drinks stuff," he said, gesturing vaguely to a table in the corner of the room with an assortment of alcohol, mixers and some lemons and limes for wedges and the like. This is what happened when you were a club owner living with a regular party goer.

Charlie was slightly worried at first that Theo wasn't a fan of cats when he leaned away, but then he smiled at Echo and Charlie found himself relaxing slightly. He shrugged at the question. "Not a clue, Luna Lovegood had some kittens dumped on her, or found them or something. I rescued one. No idea what his parents were never mind further back. I get what you mean with the voice though, although he's not so shrill." Something caught Charlie's throat and he coughed slightly. A sip of water calmed it down again thankfully.

Echo, apparently satisfied with the investigation of Theo's feet and legs, jumped up lightly into the small space on the cushion as a pathway to the arm of the chair, where he sniffed curiously at Theo's arm for a few seconds. Charlie could tell he wasn't quite sure of Theo. That probably meant he'd either come back to Charlie on the sofa or settle on the back of the chair instead of plopping into Theo's lap, unless the other man made any overtures towards him.

Just then there was a tapping sound at the window, closed tight due to Charlie's illness. He looked over and spotted an owl. He groaned. Probably Ali sending something. "Would you mind letting the owl in?" he asked. "It's by the right window, but Nebula was back before I got in so I closed up last night," he said.