[PQ] [RQ] don't take time to sew the stitches

I can't relate to  d e s p e r a t i o n

"Daaaaaaaaaaantaaaaaaaaaaa." Charlie's voice echoes from somewhere far in the temple, before she dart!dart!darts! directly before him. Beaming from ear to ear, the priestess blows both Danta and Asta a kiss (a literal one, made of fire, floats toward either man's cheek before harmlessly bursting against their skin).

Dressed in what passes for casual for someone like Charlie—a tight black dress and hot pink slippers—the priestess cocks her head to the side as her tail flits animatedly back and forth. "Oooh? Are we doing this??" The rage room had been all the, well, rage since Danta had spoken to Dygra about it. Impossibly Charlie's smile seemed to grow as she gazed adoringly between the tall duo.

"Well...I was thinking about that. If the room is meant to.." Pausing, her lower lip puckers out dramatically as the priestess struggled to find the word she was looking for. Indiscretions wasn't quite right, because it wasn't like they were going to do anything wrong in the room. Not by Charlie's standards, anyway. "..allow for certain things, maybe it's better a bit farther back in the Temple?" Raising her brows, she glances between Danta and Asta. "That way there can be as many noises and smells and things, and not everybody needs to know about it."

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