"Why else do people shut themselves up in closets, hm?"
Charlie turned and gave her a pointed look before going back to examine the cloak. It wasn't his, but it was better than paying attention to the girl, Penelope. If he hadn't found her in the closet and had instead brought her into the closet, Charlie would have found quite a different way to occupy himself, but seeing as she was the nut who was in there first, he couldn't find it in himself to turn on the charm.
Though he really didn't have a decent enough answer to her question to be thinking such things about her. He would just bounce back her musings and let her jump to her own conclusions. Or he could make up a much more interesting story than the truth, Charlie tended to do that. His interviews always contained slightly elaborated stories, just enough of a fib to make it seem like his life really was extraordinary.
"I'm avoiding someone I do not want to talk to," he said finally, because that was a reasonable response. It wasn't a lie, and it didn't explain that he could not handle being the butt of the joke so he darted away. Charlie's brows furrowed as he tried to figure out the voices on the other side of the door, and looked back at Penelope, "People have a lot of fun annoying me and I'm not sure why."
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