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@grimesucker​:  ( x )

IT’S FINE - dox has spent his OWN time lying on the floor, a handful of various objects floating above him under the influence of his magic - a mushroom, a ball of moss, loose petals from a flower ; like a druidic mobile . the items remain floating even as dox turns attention towards shiro, returned from what was meant to be a simple errand run ;

                     “ s’okay. time is fake. it means nothing to the trees, it means nothing to me.                                                               —were you at the bakery again ?”

  padding across the room, eyes on the objects floating above dox, one of shiro’s ears simply twitches to acknowledge that he’s heard the response. ---THEN a half-second later, the question brings him to a screeching halt, his gaze snapping to dox, looking both STARTLED and perhaps a bit found out.

     ‘ what? --no. ’  the answer is immediate, and shiro internally curses himself for reacting on that denial instinct. it only makes him sound more guilty. in an effort to LESSEN his obviousness, he continues;  ‘ the bakery’s nowhere near where i had to go, why would i... ’

trailing off, allowing the words the HANG in the air like dox’s ball of moss, he realizes it’s no use. dox sees right through him and already knows that yes, he went to stare at the cute bakery boy again. conceding, though not without some embarrassed irritation, the werewolf puffs an exhale through his nose and moves to stand over the prone shaman, DROPPING a bundle of herbs onto his chest.

     ‘ --just take your coltsfoot. ’