[RQ] One by one they follow

// i'm pedal to the metal make no mistake, this is my pity party, pity party
and i'm living out of time, eternal heatstroke, spiritual revolt from the waist down //

The suggestion is made with nearly a gut instinct that things would not be fine with it – that there’s a glimmer of surprise in her iceberg gaze as she catches Maea’s look and confirmation, one that reflects on her own face in addition to Charlie’s own thoughts. If nobody else minded, then she supposes it was a perfect place to start, and with it she settles a smidge more comfortably. “There’s plenty, last I saw. Inside it, too.” Though she had avoided it, at times her hunts for her bloodlust had drug her back within it.

As it stands, however, Kiada’s grin brightens toward Charlie with a snicker. “Honestly.” Not that work had been too bad for her, not yet anyway, but it certainly had been something she’d rearranged to make it easier on herself than harder – like keeping things organized so she doesn’t have to go through a billion piles to find one piece of information completely unrelated to what she’d thought the pile was for, Danta.

Either way, she settles and feels a bit warmer and content with the suggestion being made. “It’s impressive. In an uncomfortable way.” She says, of the Spire. “When I first arrived here, there was a demon that lived inside it.” Her nose wrinkles at the memory of what felt like years ago.

i'm just a full tank away from freedom. spitfire

KIADA