As soon as the book comes into view, his eyes widen significantly. He slings his bag over his shoulder so he can take the book and run a hand along its cover. Flipping it over, he skim-reads the blurb, and then opens up the contents. A quick glance at it prompts a short, strangled, but happy noise that he can't help but make.
As much as he would like to dash home and lock himself into a room for a few days, a deal was made. Reluctantly, he closes the book, and puts it into his satchel. "Thank you, Adia, it will do nicely. And you want to contact someone who is dead, yes? I saw a nice, quiet spot coming in." Or rather, searched frantically for one. "Not inside, but out of the way, at least. Shall we?"
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Date: 2011-06-03 04:54 pm (UTC)As much as he would like to dash home and lock himself into a room for a few days, a deal was made. Reluctantly, he closes the book, and puts it into his satchel. "Thank you, Adia, it will do nicely. And you want to contact someone who is dead, yes? I saw a nice, quiet spot coming in." Or rather, searched frantically for one. "Not inside, but out of the way, at least. Shall we?"