Charles noticed the tattoo, but held his tongue. He was just glad that she was home; nothing else mattered. "Friends?" He asked, looking down at her. "Of course, Lydia. I would love to. Just...give me a minute."
He wanted to change and clean up a little. He looked like a slob. Beetlejuice poof'd Lydia and himself back into the living room while Charles made himself presentable.
"Damn kid, he looks really rough," Beetlejuice said. He kind of felt bad for egging her on to leave, now.
He wanted to change and clean up a little. He looked like a slob. Beetlejuice poof'd Lydia and himself back into the living room while Charles made himself presentable.
"Damn kid, he looks really rough," Beetlejuice said. He kind of felt bad for egging her on to leave, now.