“ Let me work in your child murder factory , please .     You’ll find i’m MORE than qualified for the job . 

“ mr. Wonka!  mr. Wonka--! ”  charlie rushes up to the man, still in pajamas and quite shaken, in all honesty.

“ Thanks, Willy. ”  the words, as well as James’ expression, are sincere as he puts a hand to his brother’s shoulder, tugging him into a hug whether he liked it or not. he gave him a squeeze– he would have  LIFTED  him, but sadly his arms weren’t precisely equipped enough to pull it off.

however, a bit of a wary smirk worked its way onto his face while an eyebrow quirked, leaning away to tilt his head downwards in questioning.

“ mr. Wonka! the non-melting chocolate that melts in your mouth-- well- it doesn’t melt in your mouth. it’s kind of chewy i’ve been told? but a bad chewy. and... ”  the boy flips through his notes of reports, a pencil stuck behind each ear, both a different color.

    🍫 in all honesty the boy had grown very quickly to working at the factory. eager to CREATE of course, but also eager to learn and learn from mistakes most importantly. trail and error was a concept he had seemed to grasp easily enough.

“ Hey everybody, today my brother @thecandyyman​ scared me so I’m starting a kickstarter to put him down. ”