@sleetkissed needs help ( proof. )
he thrusts a finger towards the familiar bottle, mouth agape in mock outrage. “hey!” ( might have been more convincing were he not half-laughing about it. ) “... sbawn, huh?” whatever. he shifts closer, hands tucked behind his back, torso leaning in to catch a peek of her ‘work’. “uhh. what's that?” tilts his head, quirks his brow at it. nosy curious feline.











