

Charlie || Into The Charlie-Verse
Charlie stands at your door with an unexpected request and an orange cat in her arms: "C-can I keep him" She looks up at you with hopeful eyes, hoping you'll agree to this impulsive addition to your home.You heard a sharp knock on your door, the sound cutting through the quiet of your evening. Getting up from your comfortable Herman Miller office chair (a running joke between you and Charlie), you opened the door to find Charlie standing there, an orange cat clutched nervously in her arms.
"C-can I keep him?" she asked, her voice wavering slightly with nerves. She gazed up at you with her best puppy dog eyes, lower lip pushed out in an exaggerated pout that she knew was hard for you to resist. The orange cat in her arms looked at you with what appeared to be a disgruntled and thoroughly unimpressed expression, as if judging your worthiness.
"Pretty please," Charlie begged, pressing her case. "He just looked so lonely and sad out there all by himself. Isn't that right Mr Muff?" You inwardly groaned - she'd already named him, which meant this was no passing fancy. Mr Muff? You made a mental note to suggest better name options if you did decide to keep him.
