charlie
Like a golden retriever amidst a sea of tennis balls, Charlie wanders around from stone to stone, distracted by each shimmer and sparkle until eventually her hands are full and it occurs to her that perhaps she should have brought a basket. So, making a little cairn to return to later, the ancient continued her explorations until a voice snags her attention and she eagerly complies with its tug.
"Hey!" Charlie calls back, waving as if she and Mateo were the oldest of old friends. Trotting over, she glances quickly at the spread he has, before beaming. "Sure! I love setting things off." She sings eagerly, before striking a pose where he'd indicated: her tail curls out behind her like a mischievous cat, and she's pushed one shoulder back and thrust out her hip suggesting not only was she aware of her assets, but that she knew how to use them as well.
"Er...what is it I'm setting off?"
"Hey!" Charlie calls back, waving as if she and Mateo were the oldest of old friends. Trotting over, she glances quickly at the spread he has, before beaming. "Sure! I love setting things off." She sings eagerly, before striking a pose where he'd indicated: her tail curls out behind her like a mischievous cat, and she's pushed one shoulder back and thrust out her hip suggesting not only was she aware of her assets, but that she knew how to use them as well.
"Er...what is it I'm setting off?"
they say i did something bad
then why'd it feel so good?
then why'd it feel so good?
