#regretfully the donuts probably did NOT survive this..

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

Carmilla: "Incidentally, I'm assuming you did not inform your partner about our weekly sessions."

Vaggie: "Of course I told Charlie I'm doing dancing with you."

Carmilla: "You call this dancing?"

Vaggie: "You're the one who said battle was like a dance."

Carmilla: "I'm about to regret saying that."

Charlie: "Vaggie? Sorry for dropping by out of the blue- if hell HAD a blue sky anyway- but I brought DONUTS and-"

FWOOSH FIRE

Demon Charlie: "-WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING TO HER?!?!"

Carmilla: "The regret has just burned down my favorite axe display case."

Vaggie: "Sweetie! Hi!!!!" (rushes over) (excited hug) "Isn't this great?"

Demon Charlie: "GrEAT? She was attacking you!!!"

Carmilla: "Odette. Clara. Run, now."

Vaggie: "I know. It's pretty neat- She's teaching me more defense stuff, and I'm helping the Carmines test out which weapons are best for using against angels-"

Clara: "Mom, we are so not leaving y-"

Demon Charlie: "BY HAVING THEM USED AGAINST YOU!?"

Odette: "We will await news of your survival from a safe distance, mother. Good luck."

Vaggie: "Yeah and check it out!" (twirls) "Barely a scratch on me!"

Demon Charlie: "VAGGIE THERE ARE AT LEAST FIVE- SIX! SIX CUTS ON YOU AND YOU ARE BLEEDING!"

Vaggie: "Which is a lot better from last week."

Demon Charlie: "It's been like this EVERY week???"

Vaggie: "Yeah?"

Demon Charlie: "...C A R M I L L A...."

Carmilla: "I don't suppose offering to host a formal couple's dance to raise positive PR for your hotel with you both as the guests of honor would help deflect your ire over the current situation?"

Vaggie: "Oh hey that sounds like a great-"

Demon Charlie: "ARMOR!"

Vaggie: "-sudden change of topic uh sweetie what?"

Demon Charlie: "You, like doing these..... insane stupid anti-angel weapons tests?"

Vaggie: "Yes?"

Demon Charlie: "They make you HAPPY??"

Vaggie: "Weren't you the one who pointed out how much more relaxed I've been since I started doing this?"

Demon Charlie: "THEN YOU WILL BE DOING IT! IN! ARMOR!!!"

Carmilla: "Hmm. An interesting concept."

Vaggie: "But babe, I don't know how to move or fight in-"

Charlie: "I DONT CARE!!!"

Vaggie: "-wouldn't be moving like an exorcist anymore, kinda ruining the whole point of-"

Charlie: "I don't care. Armor. You. Wear it."

Vaggie: "Hun, the weapon data..."

Charlie: "Fuck the weapon data. Safety FIRST. PLEASE."

Vaggie: "...okay. Alright. I'll. Wear some stupid armor."

Charlie: "And a helmet????"

Vaggie: "Fine."

Charlie: "Thank you, Vaggie." (hug)

Charlie: "And thank YOU, Carmilla, for volunteering to host a ballroom dance party for the hotel! I'm sure it'll be a KILLER success!"

Carmilla: "I'm sure."

Charlie: "As long as you take good careful care of my girlfriend, I mean! Things would not go WELL if you for example oh I don't know accidentally KILLED HER or anything, ha ha ha!"

Carmilla: "Yes. I did get that impression. As did my burnt and half melted floors..."

Vaggie: "Wait so, how much armor do I really have to wear-"

Charlie: "ALL the armor, Vaggie. ALL of it~"