Book Bonding

[oranje_windmill]

Who: Willem and Toris
When: Friday Afternoon, March 11
Where:
What: Without Sindre around to watch Merlin with, Willem goes out bike riding to pass the time.

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[toris_tori]

Work had quickly turned into something a safe-zone these days. A place where Feliks wasn't there to yell at him, complain, or make a general nuisance of himself. A place where he could work on forgetting Kim for the time being (aside from when he had to organize the Romance section). And a place where Raivis wouldn't show up because they were quickly getting into the habit of not seeing each other, at all. The work itself was boring and monotonous (organizing, dusting, ordering) and all together boring, but these days it almost felt as if it was the only thing keeping him sane

[oranje_windmill]

He nodded at what appeared to be the only person working, and stuffed his hands in his pockets as he began to look around. He ambled through the stacks, pausing every so often to pull something off the shelves and flip through it. Nothing caught his fancy, however, so he put each back on the shelf and continued on. Eventually he found himself in the kids section. He was about to skip it, move onto the shelves beyond it, when suddenly a familiar white rabbit caught his eye from the lower shelves. With a soft sound of surprise, he bent down for a closer look.

It is indeed the Nijntje series he remembered from his childhood, although they are titled with the name Miffy as he has seen done in other places outside the Netherlands. Smiling softly, he pulls one from the shelves and begins to flip through it.

[toris_tori]

After he was done with the cataloging of sorts, Toris put his notebook back into its' place for the time being and then stretched a bit to work out the soreness in his limbs before looking around and realizing with a start that he didn't know where the customer had run off to. He was suppose to at least keep semi-eye on them, just to make sure no books went away 'unexpectedly'. Letting out a sigh he wandered the shelves for a moment, straightening things here and there, before finding the customer, engrossed in a book with a...cute animal on the front?

Toris blinked a couple times, both surprised and intrigued for the other man didn't look like the type to be looking at a book like that. He watched for a few moments, waiting to see if the taller man would notice him, but he didn't.

Clearing his throat he asked in a mild tone, "Can I help you?"

[oranje_windmill]

Willem jumped at the voice behind him, spinning around to see the salesman from before standing there regarding him curiously. He suddenly remembered where he was, and realized what a picture he must make. A grown man crouched down on the floor in the middle of a book store, reading a book clearly meant for a child. He felt his ears heat up, hunched his shoulders just a bit in embarrassment.

"I used to see these all over back home," he tells the other man. "But I've never seen them since I got here to the US."

Realizing his explanation still didn't explain the part about being a grown man who was so engrossed in reading them, he added, "I used to read them to my sisters a lot when we were kids, and it's so odd to see them printed in English."