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

Dantalion

innocence died screaming
honey, ask me, I should know

"Really?" Charlie's eyes aren't the only ones that grow wide as Danta glances from Astaroth back to the petite priestess, the surprise and delight in his expression only slightly more subtle. "If you're just inviting her up so we can put on facemasks and paint each other's nails..." he begins, narrowing his eyes again, "then I agree that yes it could be fun. I just want to make sure I prepare myself." To have an awkward boner for the entire evening, you understand.

Watching as the butcher assembles the training dummy and Charlie sets the glass ornaments, Danta takes the opportunity to set the clubs, mallets and maces sporadically around the room within easy reach, seeming pleased as punch when he's done. "I'm very glad you think so," he says, glancing around at the room now that it seems to have come to life.

"Just a few finishing touches, I think..." Winking to Charlie - and taking a second to arrange the training dummy in what seems to be a lurid pose - Danta approaches the last crate and cracks it open. "Because what would a place like this be without liquor?"

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Round 7!

- Charlie to take out the liquor and find a place for it to live in the room
- Asta and Danta to clear out the empty crates and burn them

I slithered here from Eden
just to sit outside your door

Table base by Skylark