[ Anyone attempting to take a break from their shopping experience for the restroom may open the door to instead find themselves face to face with a very tall, very naked man. He seems to have been studying the place, trying to take stock of everything, but he'll turn at the sound of a door opening. Oddly enough he doesn't seem terribly bothered by the situation, as if he misplaces his clothing and finds himself in strange bathrooms all the time. Maybe he does. Honestly, he deals with odder things regularly enough.

He'll make no attempt to cover himself up, at least, too busy studying the newcomer with a genial smile and a focused look. ]

I don't suppose you've seen a coffin anywhere? [ And what an auspicious conversation starter to offer, but at least he's polite. ]

[ Really he should know better than to go poking around at deeply suspicious-looking fields of flowers, but Ashaf isn't immune to a certain amount of curiosity. It's not often that he manages to run into situations he has absolutely no context for, and there's something almost charming about it. It doesn't feel like magic, or at least not the magic he's used to. If there's a witch running around, she's being remarkably circumspect about the whole thing.

But all it takes is one silly mistake, a prick to his ankle as he wanders through the fields that he thinks nothing of until exhaustion sweeps over him without warning. Maybe he should be rethinking the witch idea, but it's too late to worry about that now, when he slumps over in the midst of trying to push one of his sleeves up to bare the lines of runes tattooed around his forearm.

Instead, he finds himself sprawled out in the midst of the flowers, a lanky mass of black suit amongst all the colors. Somehow he's just barely managing to keep his eyes open, a tiny sliver of blue under long eyelashes. The fact that he can't even bring himself to be concerned right now should be a lot more worrisome, but he'll only blink languidly at anyone peering down at him. ]

You're blocking the light.

[ Also this is probably a bad place for anyone else to be, but give him a moment or two to work up the energy for a followup. ]

[ In addition to the new rabbit menace, the conservatory also seems to have developed a sudden influx of...crows? There are quite a few of the black birds dotted around, perched calmly on tree branches, and close inspection may reveal that they almost form something of a perimeter around the man idly smoking in the middle of one of the vegetable patches. Ashaf himself appears to have his attention firmly fixed upwards on nothing in particular, but anyone passing nearby might find him gesturing with his free hand without looking at them. ]

If you're trying to find the rabbits, there are a few hiding in the roots of that tree.

[ The tree in question also has a couple of crow visitors, one of which caws almost helpfully. Despite the directions, Ashaf makes absolutely no movement to head in that direction himself. He doesn't mind being helpful, but apparently that assistance only extends so far. Still, some help is better than none. Right?

If he's more interested in watching what other people do than chasing after rabbits, at least he's not getting in anyone's way about it. ]

[ In all honesty, the moment he catches wind of something that sounded awfully like a witch's curse, Ashaf takes himself directly towards the source of the best information. It's not difficult to get himself settled in as a volunteer, despite discovering quickly enough that healing magic may not do much, he has more than enough experience at more mundane patching-up that he can still make himself useful. And ask a few prying questions in the meantime in an attempt to tease our what's actually going on, something that earns him the occasional side-eye from the other clinic staff. Though in fairness that might also be because of the cigarette fixed firmly in his mouth as he works.

In a brief pause in the chaos, Ashaf takes the opportunity to press a hand against his chest, something almost like heat waves warping the air at the point of connection. It's a nice, pleasant moment, and it's broken almost immediately as a sudden cough nearly doubles him over. He does manage to catch the cigarette, at least.

But somehow he can't bring himself to be terribly surprised when he reaches up to pull a spiky yellow bloom out of his mouth. ]

How disappointing. [ Apparently coughing up flowers doesn't rate anything more than a mild annoyance, when it's him. But they're not worrying about him at the moment, and he flicks the flower to the side to turn his attention on the next person stumbling into the clinic. ] And what can I do for you?

[ Throw me whatever you like! I'm happy to do other sleeping beauty kiss prompts or lawn game things, feel free to PM or poke me at talkincodes if you want to plot something out but I'll also run with pretty much anything. No real hard limits other than bathroom stuff or extreme gore. ]