i can make the badguys good for a weekend
Charlie’s grin flashes quick and bright at that—not smug, not possessive, not even particularly proud—just delighted, as if Jack has complimented something lovely she happened to be standing near rather than anything she owns. "Oh, that’s hardly my doing," she says lightly, rolling one shoulder as though the credit might slide straight off her and back into the world where it belongs. "It is very convenient in a lot of ways, though."
She murmurs a soft note of thanks as he tops up her glass, and under the table her tail drifts, lazy and deliberate, brushing along his leg in a way that is neither apologetic nor accidental. Reaching for the drink as if nothing at all has happened, she lifts it to her lips and takes a long, indulgent sip, fire flaring faintly brighter at her shoulders as she swallows. "Mmmmm," she sighs, then shakes her head just slightly, smile turning thoughtful rather than defensive. "I’m not really after followers." The word lands softly, almost fond, as though it’s a misunderstanding she’s used to correcting. 'I just think everyone deserves to know how good Dygra is."
Her gaze stays on him as she leans in, voice lowering into something rich and coaxing. "Imagine going through life never knowing there were better options," she says softly, tail giving another slow, suggestive sweep beneath the table. "Stronger ones. Wilder ones. Just sitting there...waiting for you to decide you want more." Her smile sharpens at the edges, bright and dangerous and very aware of how it sounds. "Wouldn’t that be such a shame, to never know about it? Like sailing around a little lake you think is all you can ever have, never knowing about the oceans that make it feel like a bathtub."
She murmurs a soft note of thanks as he tops up her glass, and under the table her tail drifts, lazy and deliberate, brushing along his leg in a way that is neither apologetic nor accidental. Reaching for the drink as if nothing at all has happened, she lifts it to her lips and takes a long, indulgent sip, fire flaring faintly brighter at her shoulders as she swallows. "Mmmmm," she sighs, then shakes her head just slightly, smile turning thoughtful rather than defensive. "I’m not really after followers." The word lands softly, almost fond, as though it’s a misunderstanding she’s used to correcting. 'I just think everyone deserves to know how good Dygra is."
Her gaze stays on him as she leans in, voice lowering into something rich and coaxing. "Imagine going through life never knowing there were better options," she says softly, tail giving another slow, suggestive sweep beneath the table. "Stronger ones. Wilder ones. Just sitting there...waiting for you to decide you want more." Her smile sharpens at the edges, bright and dangerous and very aware of how it sounds. "Wouldn’t that be such a shame, to never know about it? Like sailing around a little lake you think is all you can ever have, never knowing about the oceans that make it feel like a bathtub."
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Hella golden retriever energy. Small unrefined horns made of ruby. Regular spade-shaped tail.
