DAY 42: THE BOOKWORM

[forgot_it_all]

[ from here]The smell of old paper, leather and cardboard was oddly comforting. It had been too long since Ritsuka had been able to visit the patient library and since he was only able to check out one book, he usually had way too much time on his hand. Ritsuka was used to reading at least one or two books a day, so having just one for an entire

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[iwhipthefool]

An Exorcist? Well, it couldn't be any more strange than being a mystic. Hearing that the Vatican might be employing some less than public faces was nothing new to her, either, so Allen's occupation did little to rile her feathers. At most, she would ask about the intentions of this Black Order of his since anything named "Black" was usually quite ominous - Vatican or no. As for his age, that was nothing. She had been training to be a prosecutor since she could talk, possibly before, and had achieved her goal at 13.

Since Allen did not appear to be a new employee of this Order, perhaps he had some merit after all. Those who started young often far outstripped their elder counterparts, utilizing their genius as well as their childish intuition to look at cases in ways that adults would never imagine. Not that she or Allen were children.

Of these things, Franziska finally made note in her journal as they entered the bookstore. The place was in an absolutely unforgiveable state of disarray, but at least all the books were on shelves. The prosecutor grit her teeth to keep from yelling at the owners and then scanned the area for--

"..." There he was. As if she hadn't heard Allen's last request, she stepped forward to take the lead and motioned to him. "Come with me, Allen Walker."

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