( we could get in a stolen car / herb sorting )

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YOU KNOW WHICH STARS BELONG,

✿ LOVEFOOL ROUX-BRANNON ✿
noun
⑊ the coward in wolf's clothing. ⑊ the plea to match that which has come before. ⑊ the regret of that which has come to past, and that which will come later. ⑊ the truth that you will never be ready, no matter how hard you try.

In the back of his mind, Lovefool knew that Roan would have Foampaw's head for doing this. After all, the soothsayer had a very particular way of keeping the temple, all of his herbs tucked away in particular crannies, kept organized and safe. Even in the other's prolonged absence – brought on by circumstances Lo didn't even know of – Roan's presence was felt. The temple was, above all, his domain. Foam's constant visits into it often set Love as well as Roan on edge, the former worried about his friend being reprimanded while the latter despised the company. The siamese had never been a fan of visitors that weren't serious patients, with the only notable exception being Paintbrush. And Paintbrush, Foam was not. Instead, he was seen as simply a daily annoyance, the soothsayer moving smoothly around his presence in order to get on with his day without issue. Of course, that had been until Roan's presence had vanished entirely, the scent of the medic slowly fading from every corner of the temple – another thing that set Lo on edge.

As usual, Foam's presence was what drew Lovefool towards the temple, his dark paws slipping over cold stone floor as he looked around. He was immediately greeted with the scent of the other, but he didn't see Foam everywhere, causing him to call out softly, "Foampaw...? Are you in here?" Had the other decided to go out exploring? It didn't seem completely implausible, considering Foam seemed interested in The Typhoon's territory, much like Lovefool had been about the Glades's territory during his visit. However, the other usually saved his ventures out and about for when Lo could accompany him, and the young hybrid couldn't help but feel a bit hurt. Had Foam decided that he no longer needed Love alongside him? Had he finally realized that Lovefool was just as much of a disappointment as he had always thought he was? The swirl of new and unpleasant thoughts in his head drew Love forward, deeper into the temple and closer to where Foampaw's scent was the strongest.

Eventually, Lovefool was able to track the other down, freezing in place when he saw the mess that Foam was gleefully creating. The careful wall of herbs so lovingly curated by Roan was in shambles already, reorganized and shuffled from where the soothsayer had intended for everything to be. Immediately Lo felt his ears pull back, a sense of dread settling in his heart. There was no way that Roan wasn't going to be furious once he got back. Love was quick to express this, words tumbling out of the hybrid's muzzle in a fit of anxiety, "Foam, what are you... stop! This is the herb supply for Roan and Rosemary! You shouldn't be touching it! Roan has a very particular way of doing things and if he comes back to find things all reorganized... not only will he claw my ears off, but he'll yell at you, too! Come on, let's just... put everything back where you found it, alright?" Love was quick to rush forward, trying to grab some of the things that he knew were out of place. However, as he inspected the wall, he found his sense of dread only growing. There was no way he could remember where all of this had gone before.

YOU WEAR THEM ON YOUR FACE