[Generally speaking, if Charlotte is at the apartment, the door is closed to her room and her headphones are in. And loud. She knows how not overly wanted she is at Tim's, and he's usually doing whatever with whoever, and it's just easier to stay out of sight. But when banging on the front door and screaming from both sides of said door make it through the screaming of Zeppelin as loud as she can stand it?
Problem. Big fucking problem.
She's grumbling as she pulls the small speakers from her ears.]
I hate everything...
[Charlotte flings the door to her room open, noting the little bit of the back and forth between Tim and Gilia she's missed most of, but Tim has the phone. Gilia is threatening Tim's... Jacob?
And what the fuck happened to Gilia other than what happened on Halloween with Tim?
Focus, Charlotte. She keeps a few feet between herself and Tim before she gives a sharp, ear-piercing whistle between her fingers.]
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Problem. Big fucking problem.
She's grumbling as she pulls the small speakers from her ears.]
I hate everything...
[Charlotte flings the door to her room open, noting the little bit of the back and forth between Tim and Gilia she's missed most of, but Tim has the phone. Gilia is threatening Tim's... Jacob?
And what the fuck happened to Gilia other than what happened on Halloween with Tim?
Focus, Charlotte. She keeps a few feet between herself and Tim before she gives a sharp, ear-piercing whistle between her fingers.]
HEY! What in the actual fuck is going on?