I can't relate to d e s p e r a t i o n
Standing on her toes as Asta removes the covering on what turns out to be a table, the priestess lets her jaw drop in playful approval, her baby blue stare immediately flitting to Danta. "My my." Reaching out to tap her long nails against the surface, the sound utterly dampened by how thick the material was, Charlie grins. "There won't be any breaking this." She purrs before glancing between the two taller ancients, knowing that if anyone was capable of making a liar out of her, it was them.
With the table being managed already, Charlie glances toward the boxes that she'd brought in. Cutting one open with a nail, her tail flicking animatedly behind her, the priestess peers into the box. Hoping to have found something more exciting than shelving, she realized that before they likely got to the good stuff, they needed a place to put it. With a hum she got to work, laying out the pieces and immediately discarding the instructions. The result was shelves which weren't entirely straight (but then again, who was these days), but definitely serviceable (that's what she said).
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Hella golden retriever energy. Small unrefined horns made of ruby. Regular spade-shaped tail.
