3rd Book || Open for Business || [OPEN]

[manicuredangel]

Who: manicuredangel and you~!
What: Aziraphale's bookshop is open for business!
When: All day
Where: Aziraphale's Bookshop
Warnings: None?

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[starwolf_leader]

A refugee owned store was one Wolf was sure he could trust. He walked into the book store with a serious expression on his face. He needed to find some books he couldn't take outside the library without being noticed. Maybe this man had some books on the subject he was looking into.

"Excuse me? Got any books on engineering?"

[manicuredangel]

[Oh dear. A customer... He knew that look in the, er... Bipedal canid(?)'s eyes. He wanted to buy the angel's precious books--- Wait... It was a specific request and not one he could fill? Wonderful!]

Engineering? I'm afraid I do not.

[He smiles kindly and gestures mildly to the dusty old tomes in his shop. The scent of dust and mildew is in the air.]

There might be something interesting from the Victorian era, but somehow I don't think steam-powered technology is quite what you're looking for. I can keep my eyes open for you, if you like.

[starwolf_leader]

I see. [Wolf looked over at the tomes with a small frown.]

I might as well take a look anyway. How are they organized?

[manicuredangel]

Organized?

[They looked to be entirely a jumble. But fact was they were organized very specifically and in a way meant to frustrate most customers, not that he would admit that.]

By publisher and then date of publication.

backdated before sherlock's clinic log! if that's cool with you.

[whatsolarsystem]

[Sherlock Holmes finds many ways to distract himself from the mundane day-to-day activities of the Thor, or of life in general. The pursuit of knowledge in the form of books is usually one of the more effective distractions.

So the consulting detective is entering the new bookshop, gazing around and taking in any details about the new location, as he does out of mere habit.]

Sure? XD

[manicuredangel]

[Aziraphale looks up from his cocoa. Oh dear... Not another customer. Hopefully he won't want to buy anything.]

Ah... Er... Hullo.

:3

[whatsolarsystem]

[Sherlock gazes over at the shopkeeper, who for some reason looks less than excited about seeing a new customer. He raises a brow, and speaks dryly. This, however, is nothing new.]

Afternoon.

[manicuredangel]

[He puts on his best game face.]

Er... Is there anything in particular I can help you find?

[yellow_snakeyes]

[The door swings open and some asshole steps into the store like he owns the place - oh, wait, it's just Crowley. Today he's carrying a plant.]

[...It's sort of house- bookstore-warming gift, but it's mostly just the latest potted plant that didn't meet Crowley's high standards. He plunks the pot down and then leans on the counter next to it, very close to invading Aziraphale's personal bubble.]

You were sitting here like this the last time I saw you. Have you moved at all?

[manicuredangel]

[He looks up, a bit startled.]

Crowley... You caught me off guard.

[yellow_snakeyes]

Just as planned.

[That earns him a grin, then a head-tilt]

Good book?

[manicuredangel]

I'm rather enjoying it.

Sorry this is so late!

[stagsalot]

After his somewhat successful, but not-at-all stealthy attempt to gain access to the quidditch pitch, James decided that any further escapades would likely need a bit of help in the planning department. He knew, of course, what he planned to do, but writing it himself...

That was going to be something of a problem.

So, taking the advice he'd gotten from the guide, he approached the counter with a bit of trepidation. "I'm looking for that bloke; Ezra Fell."

No worries, darling. XD

[manicuredangel]

The angel looked up from the book he was reading to see a face he recognized from the guide about a week ago. He smiles a bit, glad that the person before him wasn't a threat to his books (at the moment, at least).

"Mr. Potter. I've been rather expecting you."

<3

[stagsalot]

The things James has done to books in the past could make anyone blush, but that's neither here nor there. He fidgets slightly; bookstores had always given him something of a nervous tic.

"I hope I'm rather living up to that expectation." It wasn't the smoothest of covers, but it would have to do.

[manicuredangel]

While the angel seemed to be a bit less observant than his demon counterpart, he was able to pick up his discomfort.

"Would you like some tea?"

He absentmindedly waved his hand at the entrance to the shop, locking the door and flipping the open sign to read "Closed".