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"Of course, please come in." [color=7ea7d8]Alek answered as he opened the door a bit further for the pair and stepped aside.

The redhead's gaze leveled on the figures as her father stepped to the side at Jim's request to enter. She was confused for a flash of a moment, it couldn't have been her childhood friend. He was dead. Then those blue eyes met her own hazel gaze. The books and coffee cup she'd been holding slipped and collided with the ground with a loud crash and a splatter of hot liquid.

Alek abandoned the door, and the guests, immediately to rush over to his daughter.[/color] "Are you ok?"

[color=7ea7d8]Melissa blinked as her father neared, his presence filling her viewpoint and snapping her mind back. [i]Hot. Ow.[/i] Her mind hissed as the recognition that she had dropped the items which had been in her hands hit. Her eyes went wide as a flush of color rushed her cheeks.[/color] "Y-yea, sorry. I.."

[color=7ea7d8]Melissa took a few steps back, kneeling down just as her father had to beginning cleaning up. She lowered her head to fetch shards of broken ceramic as her father tended to the books. Neither were attempting to be rude to the newly arrived guests, though some would have considered their abandonment of polite conversation to attend to books to be impolite. Creed would recall how much the books meant to the father-daughter pair, how proud they were to continue on their inherited position as the keepers of history within Warlington.[/color]