charlie
"You're trying to tell me that I'm what you and Asta talk about?" Though Danta can't see it, Charlie's smile is wide as it is playful as she follows behind him, pausing only to peep up at him when he holds the door open for him. Bouncing her dark eyebrows until they disappear beneath her bangs, she gives her tail a mischievous flick before padding softly down the corridor. Dressed sort of appropriately for the task ahead, Charlie was wearing a pair of leopard print leggings and a black tank top, the material of both leaving utterly nothing to the imagination when it came to the shape of her body.
"So what does the winner get?" She wonders, glancing at the Maverick over her shoulder and flashing him a fanged smile. Though she knew roughly where to find Asta, it wasn't difficult to follow the sound of packing not to mention his carefully cultivated scent—a scent Charlie was doing her best to try and pick up on more and more now that the butcher had made her aware of such things.
"So what does the winner get?" She wonders, glancing at the Maverick over her shoulder and flashing him a fanged smile. Though she knew roughly where to find Asta, it wasn't difficult to follow the sound of packing not to mention his carefully cultivated scent—a scent Charlie was doing her best to try and pick up on more and more now that the butcher had made her aware of such things.
Nice to meet you, where you been? I could show you incredible things
Magic, madness, heaven, sin
Magic, madness, heaven, sin
Hella golden retriever energy. Small unrefined horns made of ruby. Regular spade-shaped tail.
