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. ]

Comments

[imperviously]

[SO... MANY... WORDS. Still, he understands at least.]

Hard to say seeing as there wasn't much to go on to begin with. I just know that the first mirror it was bound to was a family heirloom.

[animated]

Not to... speak ill of your clientele, but... who hired you? And why?

[imperviously]

Just an elderly man named Stanley Jones. He's definitely normal for one thing. I don't think he knew what he was getting into when he got the mirror and he told me he only recently discovered it was messed up.

As for why he hired me, let's just say word gets around about people who go sticking their noses into matters such as these.

[animated]

I guess the place to start would be where the mirror came from- who it belonged to, what kind of people they associated with. Could be that demon's been in there for years and years, and only just figured out how to do anything.

[imperviously]

[Nods]

And if it would make sense if it doesn't have a primary form too.

Thanks for the advice. [His phone from the pocket of his pants suddenly rings and he takes it out to check the message.]

...

[animated]

Something wrong?

[imperviously]

[Making a quick text and shutting off the phone]

I'm getting a new phone for starters.

[animated]

Don't tell me that was your succubus friend.

[imperviously]

Like I said. Relentless.

[animated]

I don't envy you.

[imperviously]

Better change my lodgings too.

[It's easy to tell he's done this several times before. Goddammit Ella.]

[animated]

... You gonna be in town a for a while?

[imperviously]

Depends. If she's in the same area as I'm in, I usually try to leave as quickly as possible.

Or at least find a place where she can't unlock the doors.

[animated]

Isn't this where your case is?

[imperviously]

I do quick work.

[Still a conundrum nonetheless]

[animated]

I have a spare room.

[ and a very well-warded house ]

[imperviously]

Will she find it?

[animated]

Probably not. She already discovered I'm able to resist her, and I gave her free books. I can't see why she'd want to follow me home.

[imperviously]

Probably to try harder.

But the free books might keep her away for a while.

[animated]

She's in for a nasty surprise if she wanders into my apartment anyway.

[imperviously]

... You know what? You're definitely alright.

[He approves :|a]

[animated]

I like to think so.