they say I did something bad, so why's it feel so good?
"I wonder..." Tapping her foot softly, Charlie narrows her eyes thoughtfully up at Asta. "..do you think Dygra would give us a room in the Temple where there weren't any consequences? Where pain and pleasure existed, but death didn't? Where things would just...I don't know, reset upon leaving?" Not just for the reasons the Butcher might be inclined to use such a room for, but given how hotheaded they could be as a race, being able to pummel the shit out of someone might go quite far to settling disputes, especially if there were no lingering consequences.
Rolling her tongue against the roof of her mouth to simulate a literal purr, the little ancient tilts her chin up and into Asta's touch with utter delight. "Then blood and carnage you shall have. You can leave all that messy touching to the rest of us." She hums. For a moment her eyes slip shut, enjoying the warmth of his hand the way a cat might. 'And if Danta were to join one or both sessions, would that be alright with you?" Keeping her eyes closed just in case the Butcher's normally effortless smile were to faulter, when she does go to open them, it's with an obvious fluttering of her lashes.
Rolling her tongue against the roof of her mouth to simulate a literal purr, the little ancient tilts her chin up and into Asta's touch with utter delight. "Then blood and carnage you shall have. You can leave all that messy touching to the rest of us." She hums. For a moment her eyes slip shut, enjoying the warmth of his hand the way a cat might. 'And if Danta were to join one or both sessions, would that be alright with you?" Keeping her eyes closed just in case the Butcher's normally effortless smile were to faulter, when she does go to open them, it's with an obvious fluttering of her lashes.
Hella golden retriever energy. Small unrefined horns made of ruby. Regular spade-shaped tail.
