#{fhsdf panic upon yee too boi}

[gallowsghost]

Bringing two chaotic energies together was a bad idea. While she was distracted, he pulled Varro aside and shushed him, his index finger pressed firmly to where he thought his lips to be.

„Trust me, this will get her attention,” he whispered, holding the rat up in his palm. „All you have to do is drop Milk down the back of her shirt.”

Varro was all for it, given he used to torment her on the basis in the past. But this was a different method for the matter it seemed and he had to learn one way or the other - by being here and witnessing. Silenced by his digit, Varro seemed to understand what he was going for at least and heeded it. Although he had no context, he sure as hell was about to now the second he was presented the rat and the nature of it’s gain. “Putting Milk in her shirt, for her attention?” Varro added quietly, it sounded like he was questioning him but it wasn’t since the entity put his hands out to take Milk from him. But once he was allowed, the entity averted his attention from Shiro, albeit he wasn’t certain what she was doing from where he was, much since the doppelganger had her back to them now - be it, she looked to be drinking something. 

Varro was on the move now though, carefully navigating his way stealthily along while holding Milk in a considerate grasp - Varro wasn’t picking up on anything thankfully or he wasn’t going to be stable at all on his mission to gain her attention.

Although Ezme was blissfully ignorant, she was also reading something while drinking down a cup of orange juice - eyes down now that the cup wa lowered with a mouthful.

“What the hell was I smoking back then, jeez,” Ezme murmured, raising the glass back to take another long sip - unknowing that was about to be her last. From how loose the collar of her button up was, she didn’t realize it’s disturbance, assuming it was her hair’s gravity until... She felt the sudden weight drop down the back of her shirt, making Ezme half spit her drink from throwing her frame forward - a silent terror of panic and surprise in her throat and flinging he book over shoulder as if she forgot to toss it before trying to make a grab. The padding and crawling eluded her attempts under her button up, she was defenseless.

Varro was long moving though, holding the sides of his head as if he thought he was about to get swatted from the doppelgangers sudden thrashing - just as soon as he was rushing back over to Shiro, the frantic and incoherent words were lost behind him. There was string of equally incoherent words though from even Varro, but instead of stopping beside Shiro - he flew passed him and landed behind him, hiding behind him almost by that point. “I think she’s going to find me-” The entity chimed in, hands clasping onto Shiro’s shoulder in a half duck to peep over his frame.

Someone picked up on her panic on the way back.