[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

Though Charlie's eyes grow comically wide as Danta answers, her gaze becomes a touch distracted as she glances around the room, eyeing each and every implement that they've placed within. Flowers which would forever stay in bloom, shards of glass to be shattered and reformed in perpetuity, potables which would never run dry, and of course physical sensations the likes of which could never be matched outside of divine assistance.

Biting at her lower lip, the heart-shaped spade at the end of Charlie's tail begins to flit back and forth faster and faster as she overlays all the things that she—and her two lanky counterparts—might experience in this room. Both together and separately.

"Mmm?" Blinking herself back into the moment, the priestess eyes the empty glasses. Dart!ing herself onto the top of the table, Charlie settles herself down onto her knees before sinking her weight back onto her calves. "To Asta who is always full of surprises and who will undoubtedly be able to teach us a thing or two inside of these walls—" Arching a brow in his direction, she flashes the butcher a smile whose edges were frayed with excitement, before glancing toward Danta. "—and to Danta for always knowing which strings to pull to bring everything together."

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