witchymicah:
“I happen to have many fun ideas.” Micah sat up and stretched his arms out above his head with a groan. Wow, he’d been sitting still for far too long. “Micah.” The witch chirped. He wagged his finger at her as if he were trying to place a face to a name. “You uh–you run the toy shop, don’t you? I like that place.”
“Oh do you now, little witch? Do tell, what kind of ideas do you have exactly?” Skye said curious as she lent against the wall causally, her painted red lips tugging up into a smile. “I do, it is my pride and joy. What do you like about it, exactly?”

















