Overprotective: Muse becomes obsessive of the next person in their inbox.
Pronto was just balancing precariously on a stack of books on a chair on a table, trying to retrieve a small potion vial from the back of a ridiculously high shelf like why is this shelf so high what was the point no one could even reach it why did the shop even bother putting anything here other than to annoy him whenever he needed something? when he was startled by the sight of the newcomer. Turning to maybe say a welcome or something he felt the books under his feet shift slightly and (oh no) slip over one another and (screw my life this always happens to me) Pronto came crashing down with a loud yell and 5000% done-ness.
And of course the potion he was holding just had to tumble after him and smash itself against the table, the pinkish liquid dripping off the edge and onto his head. Experimentally, he licked a bit of it from the side of his mouth (mmm sweet) before he looked up at the new customer and–
Fuckin dokis.
