Oct 4, 2020
closed starter // @madefrcmstars (thorn)
The door of the occult shop burst open, the small bell jingling furiously. “Aspirin!” Klaus groaned, stumbling into the shop while clutching his head, sunglasses covering his bloodshot eyes. His hands moved to his hip as he crashed into a table. A rather ornate looking vase smashed on the floor. “Do we have an aspirin?” he called out to no one in particular. “I’ll take a bottle of vodka if not.”