they say I did something bad, so why's it feel so good?
"Mmmmmmmm!" Charlie hums, her delight radiating off of her like comically drawn sun rays as she (tries) to wrap her legs around him for balance. Luckily she doesn't weigh much, certainly 100lbs give or take wasn't anything to a man like Asta, but nor did her legs have any hope of fairing better than her arms had. "I'd kiss you if I weren't wearing lipstick, you know." She says with a laugh; cheeks made red with lipstick, she knew, was not the addition Asta would likely have picked out for himself.
Listening to the requirements, Charlie tucks her chin in slightly as the lashing of her tail slows that she might given him her unwavering focus. "Sounds like a regular old Tuesday night, to me." She whispers right back as her fingernails tickle up the back of his neck and into his hair. Careful not to ruffle it, instead she combs it meticulously into place as she considers.
"Would you be against these being group activities?"
Listening to the requirements, Charlie tucks her chin in slightly as the lashing of her tail slows that she might given him her unwavering focus. "Sounds like a regular old Tuesday night, to me." She whispers right back as her fingernails tickle up the back of his neck and into his hair. Careful not to ruffle it, instead she combs it meticulously into place as she considers.
"Would you be against these being group activities?"
Hella golden retriever energy. Small unrefined horns made of ruby. Regular spade-shaped tail.
