Day 63: Mountain Antiques (Morning)

[rocksthecourt]

The day had started off on a rather positive note, which was a nice change. His conversation with Faraday had actually done quite a bit to lift his mood and set the rhythm of the day. Everyone else seemed a bit livelier than usual as well, though that may have been a combination of both good weather and lack of soldiers this trip. Whatever the reason, the rest of the patient body seemed quick to scatter off in their respective directions. By the time Klavier got off his bus, half of them had already taken to the streets.

He briefly lingered around the buses, still searching for Yomi, Nigredo, and a handful of others. Half simply to verify they were still safe. But it was pretty obvious after a while that they weren't in the area anymore. He would just have to keep an eye out for them over the course of the day, he supposed. But now was the question of what to do himself. Not to say he had given up, mind you, but there was very little productivity to be had in this town. Even less held his interest.

So as he wandered, he found himself gravitating toward this place again. And once he realized that fact, he just smiled to himself and decided to continue on with it. Because why not? He did so love Doyleton's antique store, after all. And very rarely did he have the chance to really relax or enjoy himself anymore. So as frivolous as it might seem, taking some time for himself could be considered just as important as investigating, yes? Hah.

When he finally walked through the shop's door, he easily clicked on an instant smile and greeted the owner with a bright voice. "Good morning, Frau Antiquität. I do hope the day finds you well."

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[damned_town]

This day again. There'd been the normal mutter and murmur about it, but in the end, things would be as they were. Hattie had thought that the fact that the kids (and adults) had money to spend now would settle some complainers, but there was always that sort in every town she supposed. It wasn't nothing to her. She'd go about her business either way.

Except, of course, for a young man who'd made himself a semi-permanent fixture in her shop come the weekend. She raised her eyebrows with a feign of being unamused; this decidedly ruined by the small smile on her face. "That name again, Mr. Gavin? You know well you don't have to sweet-talk me to get at your baby."