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[likeagoodson]

[ Everything about this moment is rather embarrassing for him, and he's not looking anywhere but the ground. Ever again. He stands in the middle of one of their larger rooms in nothing but a towel, hair still slightly damp from the shower he'd taken earlier. Charley had done many things in his life, but this was, by far, the worst of them.

He also has his back to Master, hand clutching tight to his last thread of modesty. ]

I don't know why I'm doing this. [ Under his breath, words red-hot with discomfort. ] What's the point exactly?

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[likeagoodson]

There's nothing wrong with routine, Master. I like everything the way it is.

[ He answers calmly even as he moves back, steps on something peculiar and turns to face his unknown assailant; it's one of the many bags in the room, full of purchased things Charley's sure to regret once he has them on his person. Even his imagination could not prepare him for what - he was sure - was planned for him.

The towel slips a little, and so does his expression. ]

Don't just sit there! Help me! [ And as if to make sure he knows: ] This was your idea!