[This was meant to be voice only, but you know how the community gets. There's a familiar nightmare milling around the nearly bare room wearing
not so familiar clothing, looking for something or other. Not that the room leaves very many places to hide things.]
Rose. Witch. If either of you see someone hauling my clothes around, I want you to skin them and then hold them somewhere for me, alright?
Even took my goddamn glasses--
(( Aaand going out for a bit, tag back in a few hours~ ))