[Charlie's not shy about smacking away Connor's hand. Petty? Absolutely. Growling as he clambers to his feet:] I'm fine.
[Hell, his pride's only slightly bruised.
He takes a moment or two to dust himself off, mouth and brow set, before he shoots a look around for where the tablet's gone and-- ah. Right in the the bear man's hand. Charlie holds his hand out for it expectantly.]
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[Hell, his pride's only slightly bruised.
He takes a moment or two to dust himself off, mouth and brow set, before he shoots a look around for where the tablet's gone and-- ah. Right in the the bear man's hand. Charlie holds his hand out for it expectantly.]