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[color=cc3300]“Oh! Ha! James, that’s very funny!”[/color] Evren stopped to laugh at what Duckie called them. [color=cc3300]“Calling us kids. The nerve!”[/color]
So the trip wandered to the bookstore, getting a lot of weird glances and looks along the way. Redhaven was a small town, so many passersby were at least a little bit familiar with Duckie, but it was certainly quite confronting to meet a skeleton on your way to work. Aava attracted a fair many stares as well, green hair trailing on the sidewalk and still a bit damp from the cup of water, but next to a literal ghoul she wasn’t so startling. A lot of pedestrians crossed the street to avoid passing the three undead, and cars slowed to a near halt so drivers could gawk at them. Evren seemed a bit uncomfortable at the attention but did his best to ignore it.
They entered the bookstore through a quite residential-looking aluminum screen door, which Evren cordially held open for his friends. Inside it was historic and dim, with built in shelves of dark wood along the walls, stuffed with books old and new. A trilling chime sounded as they entered, getting the attention of a young woman at a counter a few meters away. She looked up at them and immediately looked away, seeming a little scared as she returned to her book.
[color=cc3300]”(Would you like a book, Aava?)”[/color] Evren asked. He wasn’t sure what Aava had been doing for four hundred years, or even precisely where she’d been, but it was a safe assumption that she’d kept away from society. [color=cc3300]”(Nearly all I do now is read. I could teach you, or just read something to you.)”[/color][hr]Beck crossed her arms and turned away from Hayato, casually leaning against a nearby streetlight. [color=silver]”I don’t know who you work for, old man. I just heard the news this morning on my radio.”[/color] she said, pushing a twist of hair behind her ear. [color=silver]”All I know is that hunting vampires is my game, and I’m wondering why you’re playing.”[/color]