~ Behind the Curtain ~
"Booklets?!" The androgynous counter clerk replied incredulously, pouting at Lothian and slipping out from the seat she(?) had occupied, to snatch back the comic book. "This is a comic book, my friend! It's only the height of American creativity and ingenuity in literature!"
J glanced back to Kate as he(?) slipped behind the counter again, long-fingered hands with black-painted nails moving to gather the strewn-about comics and stack them carefully.
"'s my boss. Aurilye. She owns the place."
The tattooed woman chuckled softly and took the letter Pepper offered her, running her fingers over the flawless calligraphy, a soft, ethereal smile curving at the corners of her lips.
"Ah, yes, the ball." She tilted her head, looking at--or through--Pepper for a long moment before she offered the invitation back. "Follow the rabbit, child. Don't forget to have the roses painted, either."
~ Felix's Clothier's ~
Felix smiled, bobbing his head in a repetive nod to the photographer and the detective. "Good, good. And while I usually charge full payment on pickup," he mused to Ruscoe, tapping his chin with one finger, "I think I can make an exception in this one case and give you a little financing. You seem pretty trustworthy."
He abandoned the wall of fabric, pulling the measuring tape from his neck. "I'll just need to get measurements for the both of you. Who's first?"
~ Rose Apts, Shadows' Apartment ~
Angel smiled softly and patted Claire's shoulder, turning to her lover and guest. "If you'll excuse us for a moment...Lyle, sweetie, if the oven timer goes off, can you take the muffins out for me?"
She assumed that his answer would be positive, apparently, because she untied her apron, setting it on the counter, and moved to lead the grey-haired girl toward the bathroom, opening the door and retreiving a towel from the linens cupboard, setting it on the marble sink.
She didn't look at Claire, smoothing the thirsty cloth of the towel. "Did he hurt you?" she asked softly, so that her voice wouldn't carry to the rest of the apartment. Angel was a very perceptive woman, able to glean an idea of what was going on through her experience with the Fang siblings and the way that the girl was acting now. "I can help you bring the matter up to your Grand Elder, if you like...I'm sure this sort of thing is against even his moral code..."
~ Sept of the Silver Snow, Bawn, Silver Fang Mansion, Kitchen ~
Jeremy blinked, dumbstruck by the other young man's words. Kane was so bold...He kind of reminded Jeremy of his friend Aaron. So self-assured and unaffected by the world. He looked back at the unfinished necklace, taking a deep breath and trying to find his resolve. Aaron had been the one to show Jeremy that he needed to have a backbone, even if he was only Kinfolk.
No, Jeremy reminded himself, he shouldn't even use the word 'only,' even in his thoughts. He had to have confidence. He needed to be a man.
~ Our Lady of the Sacred Heart, Kitchen ~
The priest smiled softly, clasping his hands behind his back as the two visitors to the church formally introduced themselves.
"May I offer either of you coffee? Marie here percolates an excellent blend."
The girl in question set her freshly-rinsed mug in the strainer by the sink and padding barefoot past the priest and his guest with a soft, "Excuse me, I'll be right back."
Father Alexander shifted to let the mousy girl through the door, looking at Thomas, though, while she was passing. He had a small smile curving at his lips, as though he were waiting for the rest of the world to realize something he already knew.
~ DuBois Estate, Lillian's House, Kitchen ~
Lillian smiled softly, busying herself in the kitchen cleaning up the dishes that had been used to cook. She could hear the conversation from the dining room, though she couldn't discern the words, and she knew her presence in there at that moment would be more of a detriment than a benefit.
It was nice to have company other than the cats, and if that meant doing the dishes while her guests had a little discussion, she was more than willing to put the labor in. In fact, she was happy to do it, humming softly as she scrubbed the charred remains of batter from her crepe pan.
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