Paige
I guess sometimes we all get
Flora would have won that bet. Paige took one look at the sign and a Cheshire grin curled on her lips, ears perking to hear the Doubletake flitting around inside. The Attuned doesn't bother with the front door, instead shifting around to the back of the building, easily scaling the side of it and getting access onto the roof in moments. She shifts into her weasel form, scampering along the thatched roof until she is able to find a spot to slip inside, silently running along the beams that line the ceiling until she's behind the bar. The Attuned's nose twitches, dark eyes watching her friend with silent appreciation as she works behind the bar.
It's with practiced ease that Paige slips down the wall, weaving among the bottles lining the shelves, managing to keep from rattling them with her lithe body. She waits until she's on the ground, all paws planted on the wooden floor to shift back, sliding up behind the Doubletake as her hands cover Flora's eyes.
"Guess who." Paige whispers in her ear, making the loose curl there shiver with her breath as another smile curls on her lips, a smile clear in her voice.
It's with practiced ease that Paige slips down the wall, weaving among the bottles lining the shelves, managing to keep from rattling them with her lithe body. She waits until she's on the ground, all paws planted on the wooden floor to shift back, sliding up behind the Doubletake as her hands cover Flora's eyes.
"Guess who." Paige whispers in her ear, making the loose curl there shiver with her breath as another smile curls on her lips, a smile clear in her voice.
Some kind of haunted
