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CHARLEY BLACK

━ IN A WAY, I NEED A CHANGE ━

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The approaching figure made Charley freeze. Fuck, a wolf, in the desert? He had only seen and dealt with coyotes, nothing like this. Charley stepped backwards, his ears pushed down and tail lowered. All instinct, and Charley had no idea he was feigning submission at the first introduction. But, much to Charley's surprise, the wolf spoke. Didn't just speak, spoke to him. And he understood. At first, Charley couldn't believe it, then his eyes blinked slowly. 

"What?" He questioned, the thick southern accent slurring his follows words. "You're.. a doctor?" He almost fell over at the sight of Kydobi. The wolf was easier to handle, but a fucking jaguar. He had only been to zoos long enough to see panthers and all that, but one being face to face with him, and expressing concern with the wolf- didn't he call himself Caustic?- made Charley take another step back. But once he focused on him, Charley's legs sure were frozen in place.

"My.. m' business? I.. uh.." Charley stared for a moment longer. "M'.. m' business..." He stared at Kydobi for a few more moments, his jaw working. What was his business? After he died, he had accepted he'd go up to the Good Place, y'know, heaven n' all that. But noo.. here he was. A dog. In the desert. Talking to a wolf and a jaguar. Charley coughed a few times. "Survival." He managed weakly. "I.. have no fuckin' clue where I am. So uh. Survival."

━ [b]FROM THIS BURNOUT SCENE ━