Who: John Murphy and Isaac Lahey What: Putting these two in the same space. Let's see what happens. When: Sunday afternoon Where: That Book Place Warnings: TBA Status: Closed/Match-up/On-going
You wouldn't think to look at him that Murphy was a reader and, well, by and large you'd be pretty accurate. But there were some things that interested him. Mostly history, because he liked knowing what the world was like before it'd all gone to shit. He didn't read often, and when he did it was mostly the library. But every now and then that had him finding a book that he actually wanted to own, and that meant a trip to the bookstore.
A very careful trip to the bookstore, mind you, given that walking hurt like a bitch. Octavia had beaten the shit out of him the other day and while he had fought back -- because she had expected no less, being a warrior, and he would have given her no less -- she had been very much the aggressor, very much the one who had needed it. He'd been glad to help her, but ow. Very much ow.
So there he was, meandering the bookstore with at least the one book he'd been looking for in hand. He was glad for that much. If he hadn't gotten that, he'd have been pissed.
But also there he was, getting in someone's way. And he was just too damn sore to give a shit. All he managed was a "Sorry" and a wince as he ducked out of the way.