cola with the burnt-out taste

careless, ill-matched pools gazed over the area. he couldn't really see much, from all the mist. but who cared? he sure as hell didn't. and neither did maeva, who lay beside him hoarding all the herbs. he would find himself glaring at her, skeptical and concerning. don't keep all the shit to yourself, damn thirsty bitch. a deep, musical snicker would flow from his lips as he leaned over to swipe another tongueful of the herbs. maeva couldn't talk. he knew that.

for a moment he considered bringing kodda here, she might find the herbs just as useful since her tail was fucked up. but he waved against it. he didn't wanna get up. he was so comfortable here, with maeva. so instead he would roll from his belly to his back, allowing his front paw to fall against his chest and his hind legs to splay obscenely. a stupid smirk plastered on his face, he was absolutely faded.