of furry problems

My muse can:

bake a cake from scratch | ride a horse | drive a submarine | speak a second language | dance | catch a fish | play an instrument | throw a punch | build a deck | ice skate | unclog a drain | program a computer | change a flat tire | fire a gun | sew | juggle | play poker | paint | fly a kite | sculpt | write poetry | change a diaper | sing | shoot a bow and arrow | ride a bike | swim | sail a boat | do a back flip | play chess | give cpr | pitch a tent | flirt | stitch a wound | read palms | use chopsticks | write in cursive calligraphy | use an electric drill | braid hair | make a campfire | make a mixed drink | do sudoku puzzles | wrap a gift | give a good massage | jump-start a car | roll their tongue | do magic tricks | do yoga | tie a tie | skip a rock | shuffle a deck of cards | read morse code | pick a lock

He shrugged, knowing that he could injure himself worse if he wasn’t careful, but that was all part of the risks of quidditch. It was his game. He leaned closer to the table, fairly aware of the high probability that Remus had already won the game, the second year playing him having no chance. Poor fellow. “ It’s probably just a sprain, ” His eyes drifted down to the injury, knowing that it was his stubbornness that kept him from going to the nurse. “ She doesn’t need to take a look. ”

( the sbp pt. ii ;; accepting  )

( the sbp pt. ii ;; accepting  )

                          “hm, let me see ————— i’d say that like  being ran over by a train while being told the worst is yet to come: extremely bittersweet, like the other three times i almost died. it’s kinda losing its charming mystery, you know?”

(  the sbp pt. ii ;; accepting  )