Who: Chris Argent and Will Herondale What: Just randomly meeting When: Monday afternoon Where: That Book Place Warnings: None Status: Closed/Match-Up/On-going
Sometimes Chris was just in the bookstore to meander, and sometimes he was there to expand his library. Because he was a hunter, first and foremost, no matter that it wasn't what he did here. And as a hunter, he had resources at hand. You never knew what information you were going to need, after all, what random bit of information you would need to tie it all together. And as a result, Chris had the most random assortment of books at home and was always looking to add to them.
Today, he was in to pick up a couple he'd had them set aside. He'd get there eventually, though. Today he was... well, not wandering exactly, but looking in a couple specific sections. Because history was a thing. You never knew when history was going to come and back up a creature. Plus it was actually interesting. That was where he was at the moment, though, just sort of aimlessly perusing the shelves -- he didn't have anything specific in the section he was looking for even though he'd specifically come for that section, so he was just going to see if anything jumped out.
It was how he worked sometimes. Not quite disorganized, just more quirky than anyone would expect Chris Argent's mind to actually operate.
He turned slightly and saw someone looking around nearby. "What're you interested in?" he couldn't help but ask. He could be social with the best of them, after all.