“Where are we going?” asks the vampire, not putting on xir shoes even though the witch has already verbally asked “Why do we have to leave? Who will run the shoppe?”

“You are not a very good listener,” xe grunts “We’re going to another Shoppe, run by a different witch. A kinder witch, for once- we’re not supposed to be kind, remember?”

“I do,” says the vampire “But I think you’re plenty nice.”

“That’s because you’re a dipshit. Anyway, this witch is the only person north of the equator that sells bottled magick. I need to go fetch an order- you need exposure to the magickal world outside of this shoppe, and the werewolf den.”

Author: corvidcraft

What's up! I'm a northern Canadian artist/writer. Poli sci student by education, acrylic painter by passion.

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