Firefly Glen this just in

Aw shit, seemed she turned stuff around all serious-like. Charles would've preferred everyone just use Bronco's tactic and laugh it off. He hadn't meant to go and make stuff serious, honestly, and he especially didn't wanna seem like he was angling for compliments. Because he wasn't. Because he knew he was ugly. He'd heard it enough in his life to know that it was true. Nobody needed to pretend on his behalf. Charles knew how these kind of things went down though, and he wasn't about to argue about it. Instead he just light-heartedly shrugged with a grin, as if it wasn't a big deal to him anyway. He was pretty good at lying, anyway; his mother had often demanded it of him.

On to the matter at hand, Charles nodded as Bronco and Lunaria introduced themselves and the invitation to join was made formal. Great! Let's get this little tree rat! he said, to emphasise that before, he totally said fluffy tailed tree rat because it sounded funnier and not because he totally hadn't known the word for squirrel. He repeated the word in his head a few times, hoping it'd stick this time. Why was he so bad with words? It seemed to come so much easier for everyone around him.