Charlie
You know I talk too much
honey, come put your lips on mine & shut me up
honey, come put your lips on mine & shut me up
Tugging softly on his hand despite the butcher obviously knowing the way, Charlie leads him through the hallway toward the shrine. "As do you." She purrs warmly in response, eyeing the dark sheen of his shirt and the way the custom tailoring of it made him appear even taller. "I promise your clothes won't be ruined." The priestess adds, her fingers softly squeezing against Asta's. If he had any trepidation at all about what she had planned he didn't show it, but that didn't mean she wanted him to needlessly worry. Not when she had everything taken care of.
As they approached the portion of the room which held the shrine, it was blocked entirely from view by a large velvet curtain. Biting at her lower lip, Charlie beams proudly. Dropping the butcher's hand she skips forward, reaching for a braid bit of gold cord. "Once it starts, you go stand right over there." She points, though where she's actually indicating is hidden behind the curtain. "You'll know it when you see it."
So saying the priestess lowers her head with all the reverence of a ceremony about to begin and hands the butcher the cord. "Pull when ready."
As they approached the portion of the room which held the shrine, it was blocked entirely from view by a large velvet curtain. Biting at her lower lip, Charlie beams proudly. Dropping the butcher's hand she skips forward, reaching for a braid bit of gold cord. "Once it starts, you go stand right over there." She points, though where she's actually indicating is hidden behind the curtain. "You'll know it when you see it."
So saying the priestess lowers her head with all the reverence of a ceremony about to begin and hands the butcher the cord. "Pull when ready."
Hella golden retriever energy. Small unrefined horns made of ruby. Regular spade-shaped tail.
