Who: Tristan and Cleo When: Afternoon Where: Bookstore!
Cleo wasn't sure what had prompted her to stop inside the occult bookshop she passed on her way back from lunch; she usually tried to keep away from mentions of other supernaturals, wanting to draw as little attention to herself as possible. She could pass as a weresnake to pretty much everyone except some weres; had they ever smelled a weresnake before, they'd know she didn't pass. But with everything coming out into the open nearly two months ago, she couldn't help but to be curious. There was a ton of misinformation about her species, which was rather how they liked it, and it was occasionally amusing to go into a store like this and check around.
She stepped into the store, appreciating the dry, rather dusty smell of the books, mouth slightly open to catch the scents. Giving a friendly smile to the man behind the counter, she immediately went deeper into the stacks to check out the store's mythological creatures section.