white roses in the red dirt

charlie

"Absolutely!" Charlie chimes immediately, her blue eyes flashing with excitement. Had their task been something that didn't have to do with Dygra she'd likely have begged him for even more of a delay in their start so she could show him right then and there.

Nearly as short as Asta was tall, the little blonde can't help but agree. 'Truly. I might be in love with him.' She chuckles playfully before smoothing down the pleats (something he'd had to teach her), before glancing back up at the butcher.

Nudging Asta's, well, nowhere close to his shoulder actually, more like his ribs, with her shoulder, the priestess smiles. "If it breaks, it breaks." She titters, knowing that the shattering of the obsidian would only bring it closer to a state of true entropy. Even so, she'd obviously be careful.

"Okay, just remember not to lift too high." Charlie warns as she places her hands on the more narrow edge of the slab. The weight would prove to be the least of their worries given the differences in their heights, because either Asta would have to grip from the middle and thus have nothing to anchor his hands against, or else Charlie would have to all but have it resting on her shoulders.

Please, please, please don't prove I'm right
& please, please, please
don't bring me to tears when I just did my makeup so nice

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!