AcuteExposure

“Milton…? Milton!” Mars only sweated a little as they knocked on Milton’s cottage door. One of their many paws was still holding Skipper, who was giggling all the while as she figured out that due to the unstable magic all around them, she could now blow bubbles out of her little head feelers just by thinking and wishing for it a little bit. Taking care of a puppypi...

Mars frowned as they browsed through the shelves. Since Sasha was still making sure Skipper was staying out of trouble, they decided that the best use of their own time would be to try reversing the effects - or at least, see if they would be able to get their own magic back under control so they could ensure Skipper wasn’t going to blow up the stove accidentally. Or on p...