Characters: Vanilla (1artificialgirl) and Justice (extantlaw) Date/Time: October 20th around lunch time Location: Bookstore Rating: PG Summary: Justice drops by the bookstore for some books and tea.
The bookstore had been easy to find, in the end - the sign outside neatly lettered with the name and the opening hours. He'd only been to the marketplace once before and did not remember seeing it then, although his mind had been on other things, and having a kitten thrown at him had been an added distraction.
Today however, was different. The seemingly endless drawers full of medical records had been insufficient to keep his attention from wandering, constantly checking his journal in the hope that there would be news of Truth. But there had been none, and eventually he had decided to take up Vanilla's offer of tea and pushed the files aside.
The outside of the store was clean and neat, orderly displays of books in the windows; the windows themselves sparkling in the sunlight. The door, however, was locked, and he frowned a little and hesitated before knocking, firmly but quietly, on one of the glass door panels.
Once there was a knock at the door, Vanilla placed the last book on the shelf. She blinked and strode over, reached for the handle, and then opened it. The girl gazed up at him calmly, with bright pink eyes.
"Justice I presume?" Her voice was calm and firm as she spoke. Vanilla wondered if she sounded a bit too old at times… Other people her age seemed to want to play, like Star. She really had to get the girl to come visit sometime.
He waited quietly, glancing up the street at the other shops and stalls and making a note to himself to investigate them all at some point. He particularly needed new clothes, the ones that he and Truth had acquired being only slightly less basic than the ones they had been given by the hatchery attendant.
The sound of the door opening pulled his attention back to the bookstore and for the briefest of moments he thought the door had opened of its own accord until she spoke, and he looked down at what seemed barely more than a child. There was a second more before he spoke, something about her demeanour that aged her beyond her years and tugged on his memory almost painfully until he met those strangely coloured eyes that watched him gravely. At the gaze, it vanished - melted as soon as he tried to fix on it, like so many others. He shook his head a little before inclining it in a formal nod, his manner as serious as hers.
"Yes indeed. And you must be Vanilla. It is a pleasure to meet you, finally."
Vanilla nodded. "It is a pleasure to meet you as well." She stepped aside so he could have room to walk in. "Come in. I am sure work was quite tiring." The girl wondered if he was worried about his friend... Of course, a little relaxation wouldn't hurt before running off to search. She smiled at him slightly, trying to be welcoming.
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Today however, was different. The seemingly endless drawers full of medical records had been insufficient to keep his attention from wandering, constantly checking his journal in the hope that there would be news of Truth. But there had been none, and eventually he had decided to take up Vanilla's offer of tea and pushed the files aside.
The outside of the store was clean and neat, orderly displays of books in the windows; the windows themselves sparkling in the sunlight. The door, however, was locked, and he frowned a little and hesitated before knocking, firmly but quietly, on one of the glass door panels.
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"Justice I presume?" Her voice was calm and firm as she spoke. Vanilla wondered if she sounded a bit too old at times… Other people her age seemed to want to play, like Star. She really had to get the girl to come visit sometime.
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The sound of the door opening pulled his attention back to the bookstore and for the briefest of moments he thought the door had opened of its own accord until she spoke, and he looked down at what seemed barely more than a child. There was a second more before he spoke, something about her demeanour that aged her beyond her years and tugged on his memory almost painfully until he met those strangely coloured eyes that watched him gravely. At the gaze, it vanished - melted as soon as he tried to fix on it, like so many others. He shook his head a little before inclining it in a formal nod, his manner as serious as hers.
"Yes indeed. And you must be Vanilla. It is a pleasure to meet you, finally."
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