second hand books : Dorian and Kayos
Who: Dorian and Kayos What: a walk Where: Secondhand Books/the streets of repose When: morning Warnings/Rating: none
Dorian snagged a cup of coffee from the barista behind the counter then headed towards his desk. He had an office in the back, but he spent most of his time behind the counter, where he could see his customers. He had a few boxes of new donations to go through, notes from his clerks left on them to price them and put them away. He picked up the first few, Dickens books, and flipped through them. It was a process he could take his time with, no rush. No one had asked for anything of the sort recently, so there was no rush.
Kayos was having an energetic sort of day. Sometimes those happened. They just hit her and it was like she was a superball, dropped from a very great height to bounce every which way. Either way, she knew herself well when she got like this, and her best option was to go bug other people. Topping today's list was Dorian.
He was always good company, and generally interesting company too, if she could get him going on a topic he was passionate about. So, bounding into the building, she headed to the counter, dropping down to hide in front of it after she threw a crumpled post-it note at him. Because that was an appropriate way to greet someone.
Dorian blinked when the paper hit his face, frowning as he looked around then at the wad of paper. That was...different. He paused for a moment then laughed to himself. “Kay?” he asked, though he couldn’t see her. That was the only person he could think of that would do such a thing.
She laughed. She couldn't help it. “Nope! Just disembodied paper here, nothing to see, go about your business!” she called. She saw the barista roll her eyes, but couldn't care. In fact, she just stuck her tongue out at her in stead.
“Disembodied paper?” Dorian said, smiling, but definitely playing along. “That might be something we’d need to make a phone call about. Let me see if I still have Mulder’s phone number…” Not that he’d ever alert actual authorities. He didn’t need them to come look into him as well.
“This is way more of a Sam and Dean situation as opposed to Mulder and Scully,” Kayos said. “It's definitely one-shot silly episode material. Can't break out the FBI for that!” She peeked up over the top of the counter, then ducked back down again. “Paper with the ability to take offense to random bystanders isn't that dangerous.”
“Yeah, but still interesting,” Dorian said. “Plus Dean’s just going to shoot at it. At least Mulder will try and understand it before he shoots.” He spotted her when she peeked tossed it back at her, aim almost too good for a bookworm. “Plus death by a thousand papercuts is pretty bad.”
“Yeah but that's what makes Dean hot,” Kayos said. “That take charge, shoot first ask questions later attitude.” She squeaked when he tossed the paper back, then stood up and leaned on the counter, grinning at him. “Also? Ew. Lingchi is a billion levels of no.” She smiled at him then told the barista that she'd take a mocha latte.
“Right? Worst.” He rolled his eyes at her comment. “We need to reevaluate what you think is hot. What about Sam? Keeps his cool, only shoots when he has to? Smart as all get out?” he suggested.
“I'll be the first to admit what I think is hot is probably not socially acceptable, and I would never bring it up in polite company. Good thing it's just us. And her,” she said, smiling again at the mildly irritated barista. “And Sam was hot too. And that brainy thing of his was in fact niiiice,” she agreed.
“There you go,” Dorian said. “That’s what I like to hear.” He was definitely a little of both, but tried to keep the guns under wraps. He didn’t need them, not yet at least. “I’m glad I’ve moved up from polite company.”
“Oh definitely. I mean, you've heard me sing karaoke, so that really seals it,” she said. “Once that happens, it forms a special bond between people. So, what's up today, Stretch?” she asked, propping her chin on her hand as she regarded the guy. “Anything exciting?”
“That’s fair. That was equal parts awesome and terrifying.” She had a great voice, but when her certain Kayos flair was added to it, it was something else all together. “I am going through books,” he said, patting the stack. “Same as always, so no, not exciting. What about you?”
“That's me, awesome yet terrifying,” she said, nodding sagely. “And hooray books!” She glanced at the pile. “As for me, I'm bored, which we know is a truly dangerous thing. Worlds could end, societies could crumble.”
“Maybe you shouldn’t have the caffeine and sugar,” Dorian mused. “It might lead to the downfall of us all.” He grinned at her and crossed his arms over the books. “What can I do to cure your boredom?”
“Oh, you don't want to see me bored and dragging. It is ugly.” Kayos paid for her latte, and turned back to Dorian. “And I don't know, what you got to offer me?” she asked. “If you were ever going to get wild and crazy, now's the time, so you know.”
Dorian made a face. “I don’t do wild and crazy well,” he admitted. “So I have no idea what to offer. But…” he looked around at the quiet shop. “I could probably get away for a bit.” He didn’t do chaos, but something about Kayos drew him to it, something beyond her name.
She bounced on the balls of her feet. “That's the spirit!” she said. “Come with me, my friend, let's go...find an adventure or something. It'll be great.” She didn't know what they would get up to, but she was for it. “At least let's go for a walk or something.”
“A walk I can do,” Dorian said, grabbing his coat. “I make no promises on the rest of the adventure.” He smiled that the unamused barista, then waved at Kayos. “Lead the way.”
She bounced out of the building, and waited for him on the sidewalk. “Thanks for doing this, I know it's probably inconvenient,” she said, but she didn't offer to let him go back inside. She really was just dying for something to do, and hanging out with Dorian was always a good time. “Okay, so, Marry, Bang, Kill. Um...Abraham Lincoln, Neil Patrick Harris, and Indiana Jones. The character.”
“You’re never an inconvenience,” Dorian said because she wasn’t. He liked spending time with her. At the question, he hummed. “Well...bang Neil Patrick Harris, because I figure he knows what he’s doing,” he said, not even sure why he was playing along, but he was. “I guess marry Indiana Jones, because I think we have a lot in common, but that leaves me killing Abe and I’d hate to alter history like that.”
“Well, let's just say you don't have to alter history, some jackhole conjures him up from the grave,” she said. “He wouldn't be fit for this world anyway, so good choices, all around,” she said with a tone of approval. “Okay, now do me,” she invited.
“That’s fair. I’d rather take out zombie Abe than the real one,” Dorian said. He hummed a little thinking on what to do for her. “Okay, Marry, Bang, Kill...Black Widow, Margaret Thatcher, Elsa from Frozen.”
“Kill Margaret Thatcher. Bang Elsa, because that female looks like she would get fun and freaky in the bedroom. Marry Black Widow, because anyone who would pass up putting a ring on a babe that badass has serious mental problems,” she said, grinning at him. “Can't you just picture our wedding pictures? though now I kind of want you to write a fanfic where Black Widow and Elsa get married, because that would be hot too.”
“It’s a shame that none of the other Avengers seem interested in locking that down,” Dorian agreed, but then made a face. “Why do I have to write the fanfic? What makes you think I’d be any good at that at all?”
"Because you're the literary guy and would be awesome at it," she told him sweetly, winking before they headed off to finish their walk