An eyebrow raised he uses the end of a fork to poke about in a mug. A headache had set in , and he had asked for something to aid it. Now he was staring down into said mug , trying to find bits of leaves in the concoction inside. A trace of poppy or valerian. Only to find none. ( * Clever girl ).

[ rott !! ] okay ,, now I'm done making accs for rn

─ ⁺◟calls . . . ꜜ

─ ⁺◟musings . . . ꜜ

─ ⁺◟headcanons . . . ꜜ

─ ⁺◟writer . . . ꜜ

─ ⁺◟muse . . . ꜜ

─ ⁺◟disclaimers . . . ꜜ

─ ⁺◟threads . . . ꜜ

𝕺𝐍𝐄 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐒 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐎𝐁𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄.