#convo: allison x baz;

[anunkindncss]

“i'm good at this, you know. patching up wounds.” (From Allison Argent to Oz, Max or Baz)

"Living in a town like this? Highly unsurprising." Baz murmured as she dabbed at the gash above his eye. "Been talking to the dead for years, now I've gotta deal with being beaten half to death by... fucking werewolves." The words fell from his lips like he couldn't believe it, even as he could see spirits move freely about the world stuck in their inability to move on, move forward. "And you stay in this absolutely batshit town because...?"