white roses in the red dirt

charlie

Lifting her chin and laughing brightly at that—no, of course the butcher wasn't one to be pegged nor likely one who'd enjoy being shared—the little priestess wipes a tear from her eye as she gives her head a little shake, her cheeks aching from joy.

With no stats biceps likely the size of Asta's ankles, Charlie has to be creative in the ways she offers her own assistance. There would be little point in brazenly biting off more than she could chew, and so she focuses more on making sure that the curtain is pulled taut so that there's as little resistance as possible for Asta to work against. "You got it!" The blonde purrs before sipping in a breath and lifting again. While she thinks a shattered obsidian slab would be a fitting point of worship for Dygra, Charlie also understands that blatant carelessness was not one of the things that led to genuine entropy, and also that'd probably hurt Asta's feelings to see his hard work simply be dropped upon the floor.

Letting her end lower only when his did, Charlie peers around the slab, eyebrows raised. "What do you think? Happy with it here?"

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!