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chris's turnoffs are probably anyone who's disrespectful to service workers or employees, or when someone is too cocky or rude, he doesn't really think much of those things though. turn ons might be when a woman knows what she's doing, or having a impressive skill. (basically CHARM.) someone who can do shit and be sexy without even realizing it!

songs they'd chose for each other

chris would choose sliver jubilee by audrey hobert for charm. as if he ever would listen to that, but charm added it to the work playlist so he was forced. didn't mean he didn't hate it though. the lyrics resonated with her cause she's a fun bubbly girl with lots of love. but he would NEVER admit that to her.

charm would choose bleed ft. omar apollo by malcolm todd! charm wouldn't have a good reason for it but she just chose it for him anyways, as if she had a reason for anything she did. and she wouldn't want chris to know.

cocktail orders!

i liked to think of charm as a girl who doesn't drink much so she's a girl who is always down for a virgin pina colada or a shirley temple! something fun and sweet for a fun and sweet girl.

chris barely had time to go out and drink but the one time he does he would probably just a get a cold iced glass of beer, nothing fancy or special.

childhood favorite films + new film

charm loves winx club and the bee movie, still watches it as she sketches away her new build ideas. but a recent movie she loved was both the wicked movies and zootopia, she's a sucker for movies like that.

chris loves the movie cars! and i think im gonna keep it at that cause i purely have no idea, and i think cars is a perfect movie no matter what role chris is. chris found the time to go watch jurassic world rebirth. infact the second he got home he went and watched the whole movie series.

most used app

charms most used app was instagram and pinterest, she gets her inspiration from there alot!

chris's most used app was either the phone app, the messages app, chris barely uses his phone cause he's either working or sleeping or eating.

dream blunt rotation?!

charms is probably just her family and friends to be honest she wouldn't think of more to be with, expect maybe pete the cat.

chris's is probably anyone who keeps him sane and doesn't talk much and just anyone who's chill or calm and collected. idk anyone SPECIFICALLY but i'll just say that.

where do they see them self in ten years?

chris has two ideas of where he could see himself, either doing the EXACT same thing he always does which is just work and work and build and build. or maybe a giant house near a lake or beach, with a wife and two kids who he comes home to dinner with. sometimes he thinks it could be charm-who could be there, but no that was most definitely wrong.

charm had NO clue where she saw herself, but all she knew was that she loved her job and she enjoyed it, so she knew that would definitely stay the same but she also wishes maybe a guy she'd see every now and then—a tall strong muscular guy with a hard hat?? no possibly not, maybe she'll just think to imagining her house filled with cats and dogs.

the pages were covered from edge to edge in neat pencil lines, tiny handwritten notes squeezed into every empty corner, measurements scribbled beside impossible-looking details. to you, it was exciting. every little addition had a purpose, every corner had been thought through, every extra beam or window was another chance to make the space feel a little more alive.

to chris, it looked like a migraine bound together with spiral rings.

he slowly took the sketchbook from your hands, his brows knitting together tighter with every page he turned. every few seconds he’d stop, stare at something for a little too long, then quietly shake his head before flipping to the next drawing.

you shifted your weight from one foot to the other, watching him with an awkward smile.

“…you’re making that face again.”

“what face?”

“the one that says you’re about to crush all my hopes and dreams.” you said with a long sigh.

he didnt even look up.

“i haven’t said anything yet.”

“exactly. that’s how i know it’s bad.”

the room settled into a brief silence, broken only by the soft rustle of paper as he flipped another page. somewhere outside, the muffled sound of a nail gun echoed through the construction site before fading into the background. you resisted the urge to peek over his shoulder, knowing exactly what was on every page already.

a small huff escaped his nose before he finally looked at you.

“now how do you possibly think my crew can build this shit?” he asked, holding the sketchbook out toward you.

you took it back, glancing down at the page like you hadn’t spent the last three nights obsessing over every line.

“it’s doable!” you defended. “it just has extra details.”

“extra details?” he echoed.

his eyebrows lifted just enough to let you know he was already preparing a counterargument. he crossed his arms loosely while waiting for an explanation that, judging by the look on his face, he was almost certain wasn’t going to convince him.

his finger landed on one section of the drawing. “this staircase curves twice.”

“because it’s pretty.”

“pretty doesn’t make it easier to build. or practical, nobody wants to walk double the set of a staircase.”

“well… no.”

you couldn’t even argue with that one. instead, you offered the most innocent smile you could manage, hoping it’d distract him from the practical side of things. it didn’t.

his finger slid lower. “and these custom ceiling beams?”

“they’re decorative.”

“they’re expensive.”

“worth it.” as if that made anything better.

“according to who?” chris looked up at her now waiting for a good answer cause he was not about to do all this shit for her.

you smiled sweetly. “me.”

for a second, neither of you said anything. chris simply blinked at you, as if he were trying to decide whether you were being serious or if this was some elaborate joke he’d somehow missed. judging by your completely genuine expression, he got his answer.

chris stared at you for a long moment before dragging a hand down his face. sometimes he genuinely wondered if architects lived in the same reality as everyone else.

you saw empty rooms and somehow imagined sunlight spilling through oversized windows, books lining built-in shelves, flowers sitting on wide kitchen counters. where everyone else saw walls, you saw homes. where he saw lumber, measurements, and deadlines, you somehow saw memories that hadn’t happened yet.

it was equal parts impressive and exhausting.

“okay,” you said, stepping beside him and pointing to the sketch. “hear me out.”

he already knew he wasn’t going to like whatever came next.

still, he shifted closer anyway, leaning just enough to look where you were pointing. even after all his complaints, he never actually walked away when you wanted to explain your ideas. he’d grumble through every second of it, sure, but he always listened.

“imagine walking in through the front door.” your finger traced the layout as you spoke, your excitement growing with every sentence. “there’s natural light coming in from these windows, the kitchen opens into the living room so nobody feels closed off, and then over here—”

“that’s another built-in bookshelf.”

“yes.”

“you’ve put six built-in bookshelves in one house.”

“people have books.”

“not enough books for six bookshelves.”

you looked at him like he’d just committed the greatest offense imaginable. in your mind, there was no such thing as too many bookshelves. if anything, six felt conservative.

you gasped dramatically. “you underestimate readers.”

despite himself, the corner of his mouth twitched upward before he rolled his eyes putting her sketchbook back on the counter.

you pointed at him immediately.

“there it is.”

“what?”

“you smiled.”

“i did not.”

“you absolutely did.”

“don’t push it.”

your smile only grew wider as he looked away, clearly hoping you’d drop it before you made an even bigger deal out of it. unfortunately for him, teasing chris had quickly become one of your favorite hobbies. and judging by the tiny smile he was trying so hard to hide, he didn’t seem to mind nearly as much as he claimed.

you laughed quietly, taking the sketchbook back from him and holding it against your chest. “so… you’re saying you’ll build it?”

chris looked at the plans one more time, then back at you. “i’m saying i’ll try to make your impossible little dream house exist.”

your smile widened.

“that’s basically a yes.”

“don’t get excited.”

you smiled brightly, turning back toward the plans. “i’ll start adding more details.”

he froze. “don’t.”

“maybe a fountain.”

“absolutely not.”

“a small one.”

“no.”

“with flowers.”

“charm.”

and even though he’d never admit it, chris didn’t mind being the person who helped turn all your impossible ideas into something real.