charlie
Charlie bumps her shoulder into Kaisel's side owing to their height differences, tail flicking in delighted punctuation as she cranes her head to look up at him with mock offence sparkling bright in her eyes. "What's wrong with fetch?" she demands, incredulous and loud enough to echo a little off the obsidian walls, before her mouth curls into a sly smirk that softens the accusation into pure mischief. "Unless," she adds lightly, chin tipping as she eyes him up and down, "you wanted to be the one chasing after wood instead of me. Because I could absolutely make that happen for you."
When his finger comes wagging dangerously close to her lollipop, Charlie doesn’t retreat an inch. Instead, she flutters her lashes at him, exaggerated and sweet, the picture of faux innocence wrapped around very real confidence. "Babe," she says warmly, voice smooth as sun-heated honey, "I’m going to outlive you tenfold. What’s too much for you is barely a warm-up stretch for me."
At the suggestion that she bite the lollipop, her blue eyes widen in theatrical horror, hand flying to her cleavage as if she’s just been gravely insulted. "Bite?" she repeats, aghast, before slowly rolling her tongue over the cinnamon-hot surface with deliberate care, savouring it in a way that is absolutely not subtle. "Who on earth bites their lollipops?" She scoffs, shaking her head, tail swaying as if disappointed in him on a spiritual level. "They’re meant to be sucked." Charlie narrows her eyes up at Kai with a playful shrug. "But hey, I’ll keep in mind that you like biting more than sucking."
As he cracks open another door and recoils from whatever waits inside, Charlie’s gaze drifts instead to the winding stairway above them. She plucks the lollipop from between her lips, slow and glossy, turning back to grin at him like he’s just gift-wrapped an innuendo and handed it over personally. Her mouth tilts into a small pout, brows lifting with exaggerated concern. "Are you saying," she asks sweetly, tone light but pointed, "that I make things too hard?"
When his finger comes wagging dangerously close to her lollipop, Charlie doesn’t retreat an inch. Instead, she flutters her lashes at him, exaggerated and sweet, the picture of faux innocence wrapped around very real confidence. "Babe," she says warmly, voice smooth as sun-heated honey, "I’m going to outlive you tenfold. What’s too much for you is barely a warm-up stretch for me."
At the suggestion that she bite the lollipop, her blue eyes widen in theatrical horror, hand flying to her cleavage as if she’s just been gravely insulted. "Bite?" she repeats, aghast, before slowly rolling her tongue over the cinnamon-hot surface with deliberate care, savouring it in a way that is absolutely not subtle. "Who on earth bites their lollipops?" She scoffs, shaking her head, tail swaying as if disappointed in him on a spiritual level. "They’re meant to be sucked." Charlie narrows her eyes up at Kai with a playful shrug. "But hey, I’ll keep in mind that you like biting more than sucking."
As he cracks open another door and recoils from whatever waits inside, Charlie’s gaze drifts instead to the winding stairway above them. She plucks the lollipop from between her lips, slow and glossy, turning back to grin at him like he’s just gift-wrapped an innuendo and handed it over personally. Her mouth tilts into a small pout, brows lifting with exaggerated concern. "Are you saying," she asks sweetly, tone light but pointed, "that I make things too hard?"
oh I like my boys playin' hard to get
and I like my men all incompetent
and I like my men all incompetent
Hella golden retriever energy. Small unrefined horns made of ruby. Regular spade-shaped tail.
