[PRP] a little bit of bud (wil & shiloh)

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Besides the fact that magic was like, totally a thing now, Wil woke up one day to find that he had a pet ferret. A well established, slightly trained, and fully pimped out ferret child in fact.

And his name was Bud and he was awesome and wore hoodies and the adjustment period was 0 because he was sure he was always meant to have a ferret.

So now he was outside in the park having a smoke while a blonde ferret on a neon pink leash and harness went absolutely wild in the snow at his feet.

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weedloh go

 

[Melancholies]

Honestly, Shiloh expected a lot of things. He was extremely exposed to magic—hell, was magic—and weird s**t happened a lot. Suffice to say, he shouldn't be bothered by normal happenings much at all; except, well, he was.

He didn't know the man standing with the ferret, but his walk home was effectively cut short as he stopped to watch the display. He was absolutely enraptured by the long noodle as it thrashed and snaked through the snow with more energy than it's elongated body could probably handle. This ferret was gearing up to ******** explode.

Something told him he probably should approach weird looking guys with weird strung out pets on bright colors leashes, but this was Shiloh, so he threw caution to the wind and marched forward anyway. There just wasn't any way he couldn't acknowledge the crazy ******** ferret.

"Dude." He said when he got within earshot, looking down at Bud without any further words. His look said everything.

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"Dude," Wil said agreeably, smiling calmly and nodding his head. On top of his mess of blonde curls was a bright green knit cap shaped like a frog, with goofy eyes on top. The strings were tied snugly under a stubbled chin.

Bud snuffled up with a face full of snow and looked alertly at Shiloh. He approached but before he got too close the ferret sort of leapt backwards and into the snow again.

"You lookin for green?" Wil said low. Because, you know, people who approached him like that usually were.

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u____u

 

[Melancholies]

It was a little bizarre, but Shiloh seemed content with the weird vague solidarity they now shared. The ferret was sweet. The guy was wearing weird cute s**t. Seriously, he liked the hat; it'd be better if it was a turtle, though.

Except then this guy was totally soliciting drugs. Now, Shiloh wasn't the smartest kid around, but he had his street wits, and he probably could have assumed this guy was a massive stoner by his general demeanor. Of course this didn't bother him, but he'd also never actually dabbled in drugs (by some weird miracle) and he wasn't really sure what to say. Didn't dealers usually have some sort of code? Was it safe to literally say s**t like that?

"Whoa, what?" He gawked a little, eyes widening. "Dude can you just--" he looked around all paranoid, "--can you just do that."

Sweet summer child.

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crying

 

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Wil blinked clear blue eyes, shaking a bit of his sleepy seeming demeanor for the moment, "Huh?"

His head turned side to side as if he were missing something but it was just them standing there, besides random pedestrians that either paid no mind or paused to smile at the excited ferret.

"My bad, man," Wil smiled calmly. He lifted a smoke to his lips and took a drag. It wasn't a cigarette, but it wasn't the smell of weed either. Something herbal and aromatic that hung around him and was still legal as far as anyone cared to check.

"You here for the little dude then?" Bud came out of the snow again and came to Wil's leg, stretching out so the blonde could lean and scratch him with permanently art-stained fingers. The ferret tiptoed off the toe of his paint splattered boot until he was thoroughly face rubbed and then went back to the snow again.

"Or I can read your fortune for a dollar," Wil offered, pulling his backpack around (which was a turtle shell today, by chance) and fishing in it for some cards.

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*holds up hands at him*

 

[Melancholies]

Well, at least Wil was calm despite trying to sell illegal substances. Not that Shiloh would report him or anything—he didn't really give a ******** what people did—but it would also be lying to say he wasn't kind of curious about that sort of stuff. Weed was safe right? It was all weird bullshit government perpetration that made it out to be bad, D.A.R.E. programs and gateway drug fear mongering and all that.

"I mean, he's kinda hard to ignore." He looked down at Bud as a smile returned to his face. Hard to ignore? Shiloh was enchanted. Mammals weren't his thing (not like reptiles), but only as far as owning them was concerned. Enjoying them otherwise? Hell yeah, he was all over that s**t, and this was no exception. "Seriously, look." Not that Wil wasn't already aware of his own ferret.

"Okay but, how legitimate of a fortune are we—holy ********," He looked at his backpack, eyes even wider, "That's such a sick backpack." Which, really, it wasn't that sick realistically, but it was to Shiloh. Even if he didn't want the stupid fortune, he was going to pay for it now solely on this man's backpack aesthetics. Pulling out his wallet, he fished a dollar out from among the change and tens.

"Alright, lay it on me." He stuffed his hands back in his jacket pockets afterwards to keep them out of the cold, watching curiously.

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[iloveyouDIE]

"Thanks!" Wil smiled wider at the compliment to his bag, "I like have a collection. Hats and bags it's like a thing."

The blonde crouched then, on his small patch of un-snowy pavement, to sit the bag in front of him and fish around in it.

"Since magics real and all-" There was pause as if he were going to say 'now', an implication it hadn't been before, but he stopped, "So anything can be real if you believe in it. You a believer?" He blinked up at Shiloh with clear blue eyes. Meanwhile Bud found his way into the bag with a lot of wriggling and noise.

The dollar was plucked and stuffed into the bag, "You got your choice.. 8-Ball, tarot, runes," He scratched a stubbled chin, "Palm reading?"

Bud emerged with a playing card in his mouth that he was trying to steal.

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[Melancholies]

"Am I a believer? That some kinds trick question?" With the way that magic was treated in this time, it was strange to have someone so brazenly ask something like that. "You implyin' something?"

But he was grinning in an amused sort of way. "I ain't never had a fortune. Tarot sounds cool." He watched as Bud rooted around in the bag, and he crouched down to join Wil on the pavement. "Or palm reading. I'm into it." He held his hand out.

Tiny white flowers peeked out from under his sleeve. It was a silent test--but based on Wil's words, he dint think he'd be weirded out by any sort of supernatural s**t.

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[iloveyouDIE]

Wil unfortunately wasn't overly cautious but he also wasn't magical. Even before the world went topsy turvy he wouldn't shirk from discussing mildly criminal behavior in a non-incriminating way. They couldn't arrest you for talking. This was America.

"Well a fortune's no good if you are laughing at it is all," Wil pulled out his tarot cards because he found them first, as well as a beat up folded piece of cardboard.

Wil saw the flowers, eyes getting a little wide, and he just smiled more. He tilted his head to a nearby bench and picked up his bag - Bud and all - and carried them over to sit. If Shiloh sat beside him, he'd soon find a ferret trying to get inside his sleeve to investigate.

"That's a cool trick-" Wil said softly as he put the carboard on the bench between them to put the cards on.

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[Melancholies]

"You think?" Shiloh laughed, pleased that Wil didn't seem too bothered by it. He did in fact sit next to him on the bench, trying not to laugh more at Bud's incessant probing, but he let the ferret get away with it anyway. More and more tiny flowers poked out of his sleeve, with the inside already lined with a variety of flora. Shiloh didn't have much control on making specifics grow yet, but he was sure he could with effort.

Either way, that was neither here nor there. "Anyway, I'm tooootally taking this seriously." Which was to say he was still mostly distracted with the ferret, but he seemed happy regardless. "Just don't tell me I'm gonna die in three days or some s**t. That'd suck."

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"Sweet deal.." Wil smiled, a grin almost if he didn't look so lazy. The tarot cards were held between his hands, "Tarot is really reliant on your belief and focus. It's just arbitrary if you're not into it.. Can you shuffle?"

The deck was placed down in front Shiloh, "Shuffle these.."

Bud looked surprised when more plants grew, hopping back before sniffling forward. His head shoved into the sleeve amongst the plants but Wil tugged his leash a bit until he was worming back out.

"Chill little dude.." The furry noodle child was scooped up, hanging in his hand and squirming until he was set on Wil's shoulder and Bud instead slid into the hood of his jacket like it was made for him.

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"Can I shuffle?" He echoed as he took the desk, "Prolly? Maybe." He never tried, but he'd give it a goddamn go.

Which was to say, he quickly figured out he couldn't do it in the really cool flashy casino-poker kind of way, but he seemed content to dawdle and mix them up at his own leisure. "I mean, I believe it. Magic is real as s**t, so this stuff's gotta be too, right?"

He handed the deck back after some time, the cards sufficiently shuffled.

"What's your ferret's name anyway? He likes me." Shiloh seemed pleased about this.

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"Focus while you shuffle... like.." Wil had an even and zen way of speaking, trying to sell the mystical vibe while possibly believing it himself. Though it wasn't clear if he was really into it or just doing it for the money considering he asked for a dollar and carried around cardboard scraps specifically for this purpose, "Like focus your energy into it. Think about your life right now and stuff.."

Wil glanced at the ferret who was peering over his shoulder from the comfort of the hood.

"He's Bud," He made smoochy lips at the ferret, "Normally he's got a hoody with it on but it's hard to do the hoody and the harness at the same time and he's like super amazing at wriggling out of stuff.."

When the cards were handed back he held them between his palms and concentrated as well, "I'll do a small reading cause the extensive ones take up a ton of space and could take a while..."

His shuffling of the cards was much quicker, very deft, and it was clear if he wanted to he could do some fancy things. For such a slow and lazy person he had very fast hands.

"You know I know a cat that grows plants.." He said softer, nodding to the sleeve, "He's pretty chill."

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[Melancholies]

Honestly, Wil being so into it was getting Shiloh into it. Made him think that maybe Wil was magic, rather than some chill believer in it. Could he actually see his future? That might be... concerning. Good to know, but concerning.

"Bud, huh? Fits the theme I guess." He laughed. Weed, 420, bud. "S'good name for a good little guy. Anyway, a small reading is fine." He kicked his legs from the bench, listening about the cat.

"That's kinda weird though?" He was intrigued regardless, "Could he like, grow anything? Or just one specific flower." Shiloh's eyes sparkled at the thought, "Cause I can grow anything. It's pretty neat."

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"Not sure. But I gave him some seeds and he was like amazing at making it happen.." Wil winked. You know what kinda seeds he meant. "His sister cat didn't do anything like that but she had flowers on her ears. My boyfriend and me cat-sat for them."

Cards shuffled, held, concentrated on.

"After the reading you're gonna tell me about what you can grow and then maybe.. I dunno. We can be friends." He smiled and despite his shady tendencies seemed rather harmless.

His voice dropped, the strange smell of herbs wafting off of his breath and with the golden halo of curls in the midday sun he almost seemed mystical.

"Are you ready?"

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