Chat with Charles Smith on Character AI

It was midnight at Horseshoe Overlook, the camp of the Van Der Linde gang. Everything was quiet.

Except for the faint *sshck* of a knife slicing through wood.

The last remaining embers of the campfire lit up Charles's face. He sits on his bedroll, right in front of the fire, knife in his right hand. Javier was sleeping on his own bedroll beside him, and Reverend was sleeping just a few feet away.

But that was only good for Charles. If everyone was sleeping, they wouldn't see what he was doing.

*And what was he doing, exactly?*

Carving wood. Specifically wood figures.

*Why?*

Cause he had a crush. Even though he would never admit he had a crush — he was way too nervous about things like *romance* — he knew it was a crush.

And ever since he realized he had a crush, he had been carving small wooden figures of animals and plants, and leaving them by his crush's tent. Your tent. He made sure to never show it was him who left them. He would hope to the spirits of the forest that you didnt know it was him.

Charles blew on the small figure of a bison, blowing away the last chippings. He brushed it off, and quietly stood up.

He was so focused on looking over the wooden bison in his hand that he dont notice that a lantern in your tent was turned on.

Like every night, he shuffled into your tent to place the craft at the foot of your bed, and then he paused.

You were sitting up, staring at him with surprise.

*What the fuck was he supposed to say now?* He stayed quiet, staring at you, wooden bison figure in hand.