i can make the badguys good for a weekend
In the blink of an eye, Charlie is perched atop the obsidian sculpture that she and Asta had carved into the focal point of the shrine. Having opted that day for a short sleeveless black dress (it was hot out, okay?), Charlie's blonde curls were even more full than usual owing to the humidity, not that she seemed to have made any effort at all in taming them. In fact she seemed to have simply embraced looking a touch wild given the length of her red-coated nails and the way the heels of her shoes looked sharp enough to cut a man's throat.
"Of course I want to help!" She trills, tail flicking animatedly behind her as she grins down at the butcher and Maverick, her fingertips tap-tap-tapping excitedly against the black stone. Glancing towards Danta the priestess gives him an adoring look before she tuts under her breath. "A buffer? Babe, I'm more likely to join in!"
"Of course I want to help!" She trills, tail flicking animatedly behind her as she grins down at the butcher and Maverick, her fingertips tap-tap-tapping excitedly against the black stone. Glancing towards Danta the priestess gives him an adoring look before she tuts under her breath. "A buffer? Babe, I'm more likely to join in!"
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Hella golden retriever energy. Small unrefined horns made of ruby. Regular spade-shaped tail.
