white roses in the red dirt

charlie

Charlie's fingers pulse against his own, and when the butcher returns he'll see the priestess on her hands and knees—clothing be damned, this was much more important—filling in gaps in the earth around the slab to ensure it was completely level all the way around.

Flashing him a fanged smile, the priestess stands and cocks her head at the supplies before her blue stare wanders back toward the slab. Intrigued, Charlie comically tries to peer around the butcher as he works, though of course, his body is nearly as wide as the slab such that she has no chance. Only as he takes a step back does she understand his vision and it has her clapping her hands together in immediate agreement. "Yes! I love that!"

Tail waggling behind her like a cat whose just been left alone with an open fishtank, Charlie sidles her way up to Asta's side, fluttering her eyelashes at him. "Can I do that side?" She points, of course, to the broken and shredded side of the column. "I promise I won't go too far."[/says] Clasping her hands together, she fixes him with as pouty a face as she possibly could manage, her blue eyes going wide and pleading even though there was probably little chance of him saying no.

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!