Who: Hermann Gottlieb and Open What: Picking up a couple books When: Saturday evening Where: That Book Place Warnings: TBA Status: Open/On-going
Hermann didn't really need more books -- in fact, between what was his and what was Daisy's, the house was rather near a bookstore in its own right -- but people had long since given up telling him that. He'd also long since stopped caring what people said about it. He didn't care what people said about a lot of things in his life, actually.
And in his defense, he wasn't actually there specifically to look for anything. He just had a couple books up behind the register. All the same, he was going to meander a little and browse. There wasn't anything in particular he was looking for, he just liked the environment sometimes. Plus, honestly, it was him. Odds were high he'd still end up finding something else anyway.
(Actually, it was just about a foregone conclusion, but ssh.)
He'd just about finished his meanderings when he got distracted by something he'd just walked past. Hey, it wasn't his fault the cover had caught his eye, alright? If he was lucky, though, maybe he wouldn't actually decide he wanted to buy it.