Re: Tandy/Alex: the comic book store
[Coffee and comics went together. Peanut butter and jelly, Calvin & Hobbes, it was a hipster mecca in downtown Repose and Tandy supposed, if he supposed where the patrons of comic-book mecca were rather than here, coffee or the music store was hipster heaven. But it was empty, and the guy slouching at the counter straightened, a shock of blond hair stuffed under wool and wide blue eyes that were way more awake than Tandy expected from anyone who wasn't serving coffee at this hour of the day.
Tandy shrugged, smiled a little. He wasn't anti-expression, like Holly who essentially prided himself on his ability to stay blank as a sheet of paper but his emoting was small. Contained. He couldn't do a lot about his height but Tandy was a large guy who had learned how to keep things moderate. His smile now was pleasant, although maybe he would have frowned if he'd known Alex was adopting Billy's moniker, which Tandy considered fair and equitable trade-off for the regularity with which he dubbed Billy something equally cliche. ]
Au contraire. [Tandy's voice was deep, and he held onto the French with surprising accuracy of accent for a guy who was by all accounts, native Repose through and through.] That's the onslaught. I see a veritable treasure trove to guardian. The lack of challenge just means you're doing it right.
[Did it need to be said that Tandy didn't notice the once-over? He didn't. He noticed being looked at, but Tandy looked at most people with the critical assessment of whether they would be interesting to draw, and little other intention or impression left much of a dent on him. Subtlety was lost into the ether, and he was studying the dandelion halo of blond underneath the knit cap.]
I feel obliged to inform you that addictions are problematic. I shouldn't enable.