sorry times infinity

A shudder rippled down Kuroki's spine as his skin began to prickle. Slight at first till it really felt like something was crawling away under there, meandering in circles till he plopped down on his butt and raised a hind leg to kick and scratch it away. When he raised his gaze he noticed a looming figure, seemingly selling stuff like that was a normal thing to do.

Whut.

"I'll have uh...that bottle?" He posed it like a question, what the hell was swirling within? A small unfleshed thought, apparently.

After the exchange, Kuroki popped open the lid and what- there was a voice muttering so quiet even his wolf ears couldn't catch what was being said. So naturally, he tipped it into his ear to hear it better. Cause listening to strange voices had served his Sire so well, right?