Aeropagitica, Thursday, 8 June

[rup_giles]

Unlocking the door, Giles frowned at the perpetual overcast. Here's hoping it at least has the decency to rain sticky toffee, if it must rain pudding again.

He's at the counter actually working on writing in his Watcher's Journals. There are various references scattered around him, including the infamous "Book of Vampyre" fished out from under the

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Morning

[rup_giles]

She returned from the summer with a perfectly awful "attitude"...

Lunch

[rup_giles]

The overcast weather actually has Giles upstairs fixing himself some Welsh rarebit. But he's got an ear on the shop should anyone stop in...

Afternoon

[rup_giles]

I really probably should have killed Ethan Rayne when I had the chance. I certainly should have dropped his name to the Chamber of Commerce before he had a chance to open a costume shop.

Early evening

[rup_giles]

Now he's scribbling in the black journal again.

She never gave me the specifics of the 'morning after' confrontation. She didn't need to. It was the first of many times I resolved to stake him on sight.

Re: Early evening

[moonbrain_tam]

River sneaked into the shop again. She had left the day before confused and upset, but later she had felt relief. Someone had listened, expressed concern and sympathy and been friendly. Besides, books were old fashioned and exciting, and hopefully she could find one to inspire her painting. She really had to move beyond octopuses and tentacled monsters.

"What are you writing?" she asked.

Re: Early evening

[rup_giles]

Giles was fully engaged with what he was writing. Writing of Angel's transition back to Angelus was difficult, both academically and emotionally.

He noticed the girl from Tuesday wander back into the shop. She seemed to be happy browsing, so he went back wrestling with the text.

He's a broody, mercurial menace who ought to be beheaded, staked, and have garlic shoved up his ass. Immediately if not sooner.

This might be even harder than he thought.

Re: Early evening

[moonbrain_tam]

She got no reply, but it didn't matter. He was obviously absorbed in whatever he was writing. She began to look through a box of books, skimming through some of them. One of them, bound in soft pink cloth, had the words 'Kittens from around the World' printed on it in gold. Interestingly, when she opened it, there was very little about kittens in it, but plenty of beautiful, complex patterns and symbols. Good as a painting resource, obviously.

River hoped it wasn't too expensive. She walked up to the counter. "How much is this book?"