least you’ll blend in a little .. make it harder for anyone to catch you. ( a final tug of cloth, followed by the gentle 𝘧𝘸𝘪𝘤𝘬 of scooby’s ears with pointer and thumb, smiling wider now. ) it does

suit you, oddly. 𝘯𝘰𝘵—— not because of, y’know. just - ( a blink, tips of ears suddenly flushing as he steps back, now gesturing at the expanse of other’s attire. ) —it works. on you. no need to thank

"that’s good——" can’t help himself in returning the assessment of her form, eyes carefully moving from shoulders, to arms, down to legs .. when finding nothing out of sort his gaze once more returns to her own,

smile trickling into something more strained , "it’s.. 𝘢𝘩. it’s a long story." one he will regale her shortly —— just after they find somewhere safer to talk. the hand at her shoulder gently urges her north,

you’re hurt, ( comes furrowed brows, the ripening 𝑐oncern welling up under skin .. ) —𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦 it matters.

sudden focus he’s ripping a moist towelette packet from the kit, before pressing a hand to the cynic’s waist, holding him steady. ) .. look. you don’t really have to tell me anything. i just ..

𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 ——— how his body 𝘮oves with her current. steps matching hers in tandem, even while remaining an arms—length behind. ".. should i be concerned that you know how to do that?"

oh, don’t get me wrong! it’s cute ..! just .. ( a tilt of his head, a hand raising, adjusting the front of hood ; smile 𝘸ry … ) maybe.. the entity’s just joking around?