Books! In every cranny and all the nooks.

[animated]

[ Bookstores are always interesting places, though this one is perhaps a bit moreso than most. Large, towering bookshelves stuffed with well-worn paperbacks, stacks of books in corners when they simply won't fit anywhere else. The forefront of the store actually features a pretty decent comic book section, making it an ideal place for crowds of teenage boys after school lets out. (The wouldn't dare visit during school hours if they were ditching, since the owner's been known to rat them out.)

Speaking of the owner, he's a little on the scrawny side, but not uneasy on the eyes. Making this a spot for teenaged girls as well, if only so they can giggle amongst each other and steal glances at the blond behind the counter.

But, being as it's the middle of the day on a weekday no less, said blond is tidying things up. He's got a rag and some Windex, and he's cleaning a large glass case in one corner of the shop. ]

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[animated]

[ He takes the knife, unsheathes it, and plucks an old, ratty paperback off the counter.

The paperback he tosses in the air in one direction, the knife he throws in the opposite direction. It curves quickly in mid-flight, even gaining speed as it does a u-turn around Kara, spearing the book and pinning it neatly to the ceiling. ]

[salamandher]

[Well, that gets a curse out of her. She about turns and runs when the thing flips around her.]

[... and when it lands, she's behind a bookcase.]

Would you warn a girl?

[animated]

My bad. [ he does actually look a little sheepish as he goes to pry the knife out of the ceiling. ] Want to try?

[salamandher]

Yeah. It was.

[She slowly eases herself out from behind the bookcase.] It... hits whatever you want it to?

[animated]

As long as you know where it is. If you catch that Hidesbehind ducking behind a tree, you might be able to nab it.

[salamandher]

That's... a lot more useful than spraying beer everywhere.

[animated]

[ He offers her the knife again, keeping the book ] Give it a shot. Just focus on the target, and the knife will do the rest.

[salamandher]

Right...

[She sort of half-assedly tosses the knife in the opposite direction from a shelf of books -- books looking suspiciously like romance novels.]

[And. sure enough, it swings through the air, burying itself in one of the trashier-looking volumes.]

... Neat.

[animated]

I should charge you for that.

[salamandher]

... Charge what? Fifty-cents? That's about what it's worth.

[animated]

[ He pries the knife out of the book and hands it back to her. ]

Just get going, before I decide to charge you for the knife instead.

[salamandher]

Okay, okay. I'm gone.

[And just like that. She is. BYE CHARLIE :D]