“ i wanna get better. ” Heather says as he eyes the jars. They comfort him. "But I'm not going to a doctor. They use weird methods, you know?"
3, 4, 5 - still accepting!
Celosia turned his eyes up towards the other when the door chimed, greeting him warmly as he entered, and rolling his curious eyes over the form in front of him. Something seemed to be weighing heavily on his mind, the man’s shoulders taut as he peered around curiously to the jars arranged out on shelves. Turning back to his task, the witch boy blew out the burning leaf in his hand, setting it aside to smoke in a dish behind him and the counter before facing the customer. “I’m sure we can find something to lend a hand, sir.” He chimed sweetly, smoothly in that tone of his as he rounded the countertops, a black polecat scattering to reach him that lunged up his arm, crawling over the back of his neck to lay there curiously watching the other. “What is the problem we are fixing, if you don’t mind me asking?”










