Magic Anons || Always Accepting!
There’s a loud thump as he suddenly falls, hands braced against the floor to keep him upright. He’s panting and shaking, his body flashing between hot and cold. One hand comes up to push his bangs from his face. His skin is paler than usual, his cheeks and ears flushed a bright red.
Had he overdone it again? Or did he just catch something?
He can hear someone calling his name, hazy red eyes looking up at where the voice was coming from.










