charlie
Charlie fluffs her blonde hair over one shoulder with a dramatic roll of her eyes, tail giving an indignant little snap behind her as if it, too, has opinions about this entire conversation. "Excuse you," she says brightly, already grinning, "I have done plenty of things for you, and yet the moment I ask for a little fetch suddenly it’s a problem." She lets herself take an exaggerated, playful stumble away from him, arms pinwheeling just enough to sell the performance before she catches herself with a delighted laugh. "Honestly. Won't let me draw you naked, won't let me sleep with you, won't even throw a stick."
At the mention of no one hearing him scream, Charlie’s expression shifts immediately into something wicked and pleased, lashes fluttering up at him in open, unapologetic delight.
She huffs out a sound of disagreement as he wrestles with the door, shaking her head with a knowing little click of her tongue. "Not the way I do it," she counters easily, before tilting her head and humming in thoughtful agreement. "But sure, balance." She pauses, then she amends brightly, "So what you’re saying is you like a balanced amount of teeth. Got it."
Rats scatter and Charlie barely spares them a glance, already darting up the stairs in a blur of motion, tail streaming behind her as she pops out at the top to peer down over the winding bannister at him. She leans over it, elbows propped, laughter spilling out of her as she watches him climb. "Look," she calls down lightly, shoulders lifting in a carefree shrug, "you might be trying to help me not form bad habits, but I’m just trying to get you to loosen up a little." Her grin turns teasing, eyes bright. "This is for your Dygra quest, right? So you’re supposed to embrace the chaos." She tilts her horned head, mock-serious now, tail swaying lazily. "Not be such a stick in the mud." Or, not a stick at all since apparently fetch was off the table.
At the mention of no one hearing him scream, Charlie’s expression shifts immediately into something wicked and pleased, lashes fluttering up at him in open, unapologetic delight.
She huffs out a sound of disagreement as he wrestles with the door, shaking her head with a knowing little click of her tongue. "Not the way I do it," she counters easily, before tilting her head and humming in thoughtful agreement. "But sure, balance." She pauses, then she amends brightly, "So what you’re saying is you like a balanced amount of teeth. Got it."
Rats scatter and Charlie barely spares them a glance, already darting up the stairs in a blur of motion, tail streaming behind her as she pops out at the top to peer down over the winding bannister at him. She leans over it, elbows propped, laughter spilling out of her as she watches him climb. "Look," she calls down lightly, shoulders lifting in a carefree shrug, "you might be trying to help me not form bad habits, but I’m just trying to get you to loosen up a little." Her grin turns teasing, eyes bright. "This is for your Dygra quest, right? So you’re supposed to embrace the chaos." She tilts her horned head, mock-serious now, tail swaying lazily. "Not be such a stick in the mud." Or, not a stick at all since apparently fetch was off the table.
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.
