white roses in the red dirt

charlie

"Right?" Charlie exclaims enthusiastically. Of course she'd never actually suggest that the ancients ought to be any different than they in fact were, but sometimes she wished she could have her claws out.

Tap, tap, tapping away, the priestess is able to be a lot more laissez-faire with her efforts than the butcher was. "Mhmm." Raising her eyebrows, Charlie glances over her shoulder before accidentally knocking out a rather large chunk she hadn't intended to. Oh well. "Ooh, or three!" The blonde chimes eagerly, and once more, had this little exercise not been in service to Dygra, Charlie would have abandoned it already to have tea instead. "What kind did you bring?"

Eyeing Asta as he reached for smaller and smaller files and then a file, the priestess purses her lips as she takes a step back. Closing one eye and narrowing the other, her tongue poking from the corner of her mouth, she inspects her side of the slab with absolutely no real strategy, only finding that she quite liked the sharp angles and the utter absence of sense and order.

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!