“You’re moonsick,” says the witch, rolling xir eyes “It happens when the full moon comes on your menses. Symptoms include eating rude people because you’re hangry.”
The werewolf frowns “Well, make it go away.”
“Sorry! You’ll have to wait out the moon. Eat some ice cream so you’re less hungry next time you get catcalled.”
“Something is wrong.” says the witch.
“Hn?” grunts the vampire “It’s three in the morning, go back to bed.”
“Something is wrong.” insists the witch “Wake up, we need to check the shoppe.”
Down below, in under a table in the storeroom, a curse begins to take shape.
The werewolf smiles vacantly at the witch.
The witch glares.
In the background, something shatters loudly.
“Take the dogs.” demands the witch “They aren’t mine.”
“They aren’t ours.” says the werewolf pleasantly “And [Alpha] is sick and unable to override that decision for the next several days. Give your dogs to someone else.”
“Hey,” says the witch “Come here.”
“Who?” asks the vampire “Me, or [Alpha werewolf]?”
“Neither, I was talking to the dragon. You’re both useless at gardening.”
“So, you say you’re a witch?”
“No,” says the witch “I am a witch.”
“But how do you know?”
The witch makes a face. What the fuck is that supposed to mean?
“Is that a dog.”
the alpha’s werewolf head snaps around so fast xe worries about whiplash.
“Dog?” signs the alpha “Where dog?”
“What’s in your mouth.”
The werewolf makes a guilty face and chews faster.
“How do you do, small dog?” the vampire grins
The alpha werewolf makes a disgruntled face “You’re shorter than me,” ey signs “And I am not dog. I am alpha.”
“If I’m teethy dog of all things, you’re small dog.”
“I can’t believe I’m saying this out loud,” says the witch “No, that’s a lie. You’re both goblin children and I should have expected this.”
“[Witch]-” starts the vampire, but the witch raises a hand to cut zir off.
“If you two are going to date, there is no tomfoolery in my shop,” says the witch sternly.
“We’re not dating! You’re misinterpreting the situation!” says the vampire desperately.
The alpha werewolf frowns “You don’t find me desirable?” ey signs “I thought we had something special.”
“Why, hello there.” says the witch “What are you doing.”
“Uhm,” the werecat swallows nervously “I’m just browsing.”
“Are you?” smiles the witch “if you need those charms so much that you’re willing to risk stealing them, you could always ask.”
“I’m not-” the werecat bursts out furiously, but the witch holds up a hand.
“I’m not chastising you,” the witch rolls xir eyes “Come, tell me what you need. I’ll help.”