Lion Head Mesa each one a line or two

gucci watched with a forced smile growing more stretched like pulled rubber, as the man, not once breaking eye contact, scooped a few more of the fruit into his jaws.

the awkwardness had certainly not diminished.

charles. the offered name was a lifeline.

"w-well, mistah honor'ble charlie, since y'are now in the rooms o' ol' prince crawfetha, ah do presume y' are, uhm- a person o' great importance?" the dog raised a brow and angled his head to accentuate the expression.

his own quarters were cushy and clean, yes, but this was a wholesale apartment the pharaoh had bestowed upon mr. charlie. what had he done or who was he related to that these rooms were now his?