[littl3chocobo]

passing near cirro's neighborhood he had the urge to visit the man. it felt like an itch in his back and thinking nothing of it passed by without a word. when the feeling became a scratch in the back of his mind he grew paranoid and wishing to assuage it had the driver to turn around and go back so he could assure himself there was nothing wrong.

as they pulled up to the house he saw a rather expensive motorcycle in the drive and figuring the man to be in the middle of one of his cheap shows thought to leave again but the feeling would not leave and stepping free of the car went up to the door and knocked briskly. nothing. knocking harder he tasted bile and angrily beat at the door until it was opened though the one at the other end was not his lover dressed in his voodoo rags but the man pyce with his twitching lover jerking around in his arms. yanking the man free he heard the witch croak out 'circle' before stilling and pushing the nut even farther into the house rushed to the back where cirro worked his private magic. seeing the smudged chalk he hastily unwrapped the man before unceremoniously dumping him back into the middle. several attempts to pull his lover free of other circles like this one left him educated enough to know that cirro was almost certainly half out of his head and backing away let him whisper croakily the witchy voo-doo words to fix whatever the man pyce had fucked up