[ He hears them long before anything else, and he's perfectly calm, centered, composed as he sits on Master's couch watching the door. It's surreal, and even then, just a little comforting to see him. How much he'd missed him... Charley stands, readjusting his sleeves so that they're secure at his elbows, and he slowly goes to him. ]
I wasn't waiting long. [ The tip of a fang punctures his tongue at their sudden proximity. He can smell the blood in him. ] I hope you're free now, Master.
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I wasn't waiting long. [ The tip of a fang punctures his tongue at their sudden proximity. He can smell the blood in him. ] I hope you're free now, Master.