[SE] it's the heat that drives the light

idealism sits in prison
chivalry fell on his sword

"That's the spirit," Danta chirps to Charlie with a fanged grin. "And if anyone gives you grief about it, you tel them this is fully endorsed by the Theocrat, okay? Remember to let us know if you need some help, too." The Maverick thoroughly enjoys Charlie's version of 'help'; he normally gets to fuck or kill something, or at least wear a cool robe and no underwear.

Hmmming very obviously as if giving the little priestess's ideas some genuine thought (let's be honest, he has no idea either so she could very well be right, who knows), Danta watches her dart almost the entire length of their trip with a huff. Following her and darting as well every few paces, the Maverick looks much more like he's stutter-stepping his way there, but it's still faster than actually walking... probably.

"Maybe I just need to practice more," he decides, gathering some more debris and trash and making his way back to the cart.

Dantalion

I slithered here from Eden
just to sit outside your door

I can't relate to  d e s p e r a t i o n

"Do you think anyone would?" Charlie wonders, of being given grief. Her tail flicks lazily back and forth and while her eyes have widened with concern, the little fanged smile on her lips suggests that it would take more than grief to keep her from planning this festival. Still, it would be nice to know if she was going to be met with opposition. "I will! I'm very good at delegating." Charlie purrs as if this was meant to be an innuendo.

"Well, a bit of practice never hurts. And even though you can't go as far yet, I'm sure you'll find ways to make the most of it." She beams, bouncing her eyebrows. Danta was a tall drink of water so he'd likely not need to use his ability to reach the tops of shelves or appear on countertops to reach into cupboards, but the priestess was fairly confident he'd come up with just as inventive uses.

Grabbing more of the trash, Charlie leaves some of the heavier and more unwieldy items for Danta as she begins to arrange things in the back of the cart in order to maximize space. Though they weren't moving anything that was valuable, at least nothing would bounce out and force them to stop and repack.

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idealism sits in prison
chivalry fell on his sword

"In general? No." Danta shrugs his shoulders, offering Charlie an equally as sunny smile in return. "But there are a few thorns in the Grounds's side, in my experience. Haven't heard much from them lately, but that's not to say they won't show up if they hear you're having too much fun." Widening his eyes dramatically at that, the Maverick shoves his pieces of debris onto the cart haphazardly, trusting the little priestess to rearrange things as she would.

"I suppose there's always something you can do with a bit of teleportation," he agrees, heading back to grapple some of the heavier items, heaving them over to the cart to place them on the lip of it. "Shame we can only move ourselves," he adds, shoving the item in place with his shoulder before pausing to catch his breath. "Suppose that would be too good, hm?" Winking, he's already imagining the way he might prank Astaroth the rest of the Dusklight even with only his mediocre skills.

Dantalion

I slithered here from Eden
just to sit outside your door

I can't relate to  d e s p e r a t i o n

"There always are." Charlie says brightly, and while thus far she'd say that she'd only met roses, her sunny disposition isn't so naive to rule out there being a fair share of thorns.

"Mhmm! Even if it's just to move quickly to catch something you've dropped, or when you don't really feel like moving but want to move to a warmer part of the bed." The priestess agrees, though the latter example might have been a touch too niche, she's sure Danta will come up with more than a handful of unique uses for his new ability.

With a combination of dart!ing and walking, eventually Danta's cart is full of trash and the side of the Temple is now free of it. "You sure you don't want help taking it and dumping it?" Charlie's asking as fire places from her fingertips, setting a few leaves and bits of paper alight within the wagon.

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idealism sits in prison
chivalry fell on his sword

"Have I ever told you that you're incredibly resourceful?" Danta chuckles - it might be a mundane suggestion (though to be fair, with Charlie's petite frame, she's likely going to get a lot more use out of vertical darting than he is), but he's nevertheless delighted by it. "I'll have to get some practice in private, before I test out my ideas on other people." His ideas, of course, are guaranteed to be something mischievous and potentially dangerous.

Proud of his pile of trash (as proud as someone can be, anyway), the Maverick shakes his head and leans down to smooch Charlie's fair hair. "I am confident I can manage," he assures her, already grabbing the cart to start hauling it away. With a bright wave to her and a call that he'll see her later, Danta is already off down the street.

He will, of course, get bored halfway to the outskirts of the Inner Quarter and resort to dumping and burning the debris (cart and all) in some ditch, but the side of Temple is still cleaned up. He's also the Theocrat, so, whatever.

~FIN

Dantalion

I slithered here from Eden
just to sit outside your door