I'm the one they call the underdog, If you want a shot, just step in the ring
Unfortunately, he can imagine, and it is awful. Some half-baked fetus just materializing in the air, dripping in blood and amniotic fluid, only to unleash a terrifying squeal and then !dart back into her womb. She laughs with an easy delight at the notion, but he's doing his best not to let the horror consume his expression.
Charlie settles into the fit of his hand with a surprising ease, although it shouldn't be, surprising that is. More liquid than solid, more so than even a cat, Charlie readily takes on the shape of the moment regardless of what life delivers. Proof then that her hand is more to anchor him through whatever waves are about to kick up. Except those don't come either. Instead of any outraged huff or wounded withdrawal, she leans in, breasts taking up far more space than they've any right doing.
Confusion meets the cousin of a smirk she's wearing, the straps of it sliding slowly up the edges of her face. "Whu—how many dads are there?!" He should have better considered that Dygra could have taken a spill from anywhere, including ones placed very intentionally into Charlie's care to clean up. "I thought...when Dygra blessed you, it was then that it happened." Maybe that'd just been the demi-god sprinkles being added to the batter. A funfetti baby.
Charlie settles into the fit of his hand with a surprising ease, although it shouldn't be, surprising that is. More liquid than solid, more so than even a cat, Charlie readily takes on the shape of the moment regardless of what life delivers. Proof then that her hand is more to anchor him through whatever waves are about to kick up. Except those don't come either. Instead of any outraged huff or wounded withdrawal, she leans in, breasts taking up far more space than they've any right doing.
Confusion meets the cousin of a smirk she's wearing, the straps of it sliding slowly up the edges of her face. "Whu—how many dads are there?!" He should have better considered that Dygra could have taken a spill from anywhere, including ones placed very intentionally into Charlie's care to clean up. "I thought...when Dygra blessed you, it was then that it happened." Maybe that'd just been the demi-god sprinkles being added to the batter. A funfetti baby.
Kaisel
Even when my feet get tired, I will keep on moving higher
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
