charlie
With hazy whorls of smoke clouding the room between she and Mateo, at first Charlie doesn't recognize the botanist and merely eyes his choice of outfit appreciatively. It's only as he bends to greet the person at his side that the ancient recognizes his face if only because of the hands that tug his curls away from his eyes. With a gasp of delight, Charlie waits until the pair part for air before wriggling her way up onto the leather seat of her boothe and waving. "Hey! Purrfetta!" She calls out, laughing, her voice a buoyant thing that cuts across the low music and hushed conversations with ease. "Mateo!"
Not quite dressed to be dancing on the tops of tables—perhaps if Isla's suggestion had come more than just a few minutes before she'd boarded the skyship—Charlie is still clad in a characteristically short dress that hugs her curves everywhere that leaves very little to the imagination.
In a blink she's suddenly across the room, standing at his side and grinning up at him. "Tada!" She declares, before flashing a warm smile to his friend. "I told you I'd come visit!"
Not quite dressed to be dancing on the tops of tables—perhaps if Isla's suggestion had come more than just a few minutes before she'd boarded the skyship—Charlie is still clad in a characteristically short dress that hugs her curves everywhere that leaves very little to the imagination.
In a blink she's suddenly across the room, standing at his side and grinning up at him. "Tada!" She declares, before flashing a warm smile to his friend. "I told you I'd come visit!"
I'm up in flames if you wanna
cover me in kerosene
cover me in kerosene
Hella golden retriever energy. Small unrefined horns made of ruby. Regular spade-shaped tail.
