[If swindling a religious figure is criminal, so too is the way Kiritsubo coos when she speaks of him - as if she'd seduce him herself. Charlie doesn't need to know any of the intricacies of this faith to understand that they're both being playfully sacrilegious.
He looks from the bed to his shoes, smile resting contentedly across his lips. One, then two, he kicks them off. Settled in, indeed.
Although each story beat itself is simple, the words Kiritsubo weaves flow smoothly. An art Charlie can't properly appreciate, the kind that disappears behind the intrigue it creates. He has a narrow scope of interest, foreign names should be nothing but wisps in his ear.
But he answers her question immediately.] Nothin' good. They're gonna freeze. Unless the Buddha comes to save them, eh? [Seems he remembers the very basic framework of Christianity from his rock slinging days, at least.]
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He looks from the bed to his shoes, smile resting contentedly across his lips. One, then two, he kicks them off. Settled in, indeed.
Although each story beat itself is simple, the words Kiritsubo weaves flow smoothly. An art Charlie can't properly appreciate, the kind that disappears behind the intrigue it creates. He has a narrow scope of interest, foreign names should be nothing but wisps in his ear.
But he answers her question immediately.] Nothin' good. They're gonna freeze. Unless the Buddha comes to save them, eh? [Seems he remembers the very basic framework of Christianity from his rock slinging days, at least.]