[Charles actually gets a big laugh out of Apollo - he knows he's had his share of fans, especially when he goes into the underground circles and performs his own lyrical, almost freeform poetry style of rapping in battles. (He's also no stranger to being a screaming fanboy of his own. Lady Gaga is a genius in every respect, okay?) But this is unexpected.]
Twelve's nothing, kid. You've got the whole world ahead of you, yet.
[Apollo plucks the sunglasses off Charlie's head, placing them on his own. He's already wearing shades, but he's the god of the sun. One more pair can't hurt.]
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Twelve's nothing, kid. You've got the whole world ahead of you, yet.
[Apollo plucks the sunglasses off Charlie's head, placing them on his own. He's already wearing shades, but he's the god of the sun. One more pair can't hurt.]
Yeah, if you want.