they say I did something bad, so why's it feel so good?
Were it not for Danta, Charlie might have been all over Asta like a bad rash in an effort to provide some comfort. As the Maverick explained the outlines of what happened to the Butcher, the priestess' normally sunny expressions grew small and sad to hear about what harm had befallen her friend. "Poor thing." She purred when finally the explanation came to an end. Reaching for her tail, Charlie worried the spade-tip of it between her fingers as she stared adoringly at Asta where he stood across the ship. Nodding emphatically, the blonde looked back to Danta with a determined nod. "I got it." She whispered, before flashing the Maverick a bright smile. "You can count on me."
"I think—" Singing the words as she skipped across the deck, Charlie reached for two sacks of materials that she'd otherwise absolutely have left for Asta. "—this is a perfect place for it." Shouldering the sacks with a small grunt of effort, the priestess marched off behind Danta with her tongue poking out of the side of her mouth.
"I think—" Singing the words as she skipped across the deck, Charlie reached for two sacks of materials that she'd otherwise absolutely have left for Asta. "—this is a perfect place for it." Shouldering the sacks with a small grunt of effort, the priestess marched off behind Danta with her tongue poking out of the side of her mouth.
Hella golden retriever energy. Small unrefined horns made of ruby. Regular spade-shaped tail.
