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Phale's Rare Books, Friday Evening

Although he isn't expecting anyone to come by, not while everyone is busy with Parents Weekend at the school, still Aziraphale feels that it wouldn't be right not to be prepared. The door to the shop is open, and he has a nice tea set out on the table. Currently, he's thinking that he really ought to get more chairs.

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Having left Jon and Alanna to ~~make out in a closet somewhere~~ catch up, Myles decided to explore the town. He felt especially drawn to a bookstore.

Stepping out from behind a bookcase near the back of the shop (where he was trying to decide the best arrangement for his new chairs when he got them), Aziraphale smiles at the newcomer.

"Hello! Lovely evening, isn't it?"

Myles smiled a bit. "Yes, it is. I beg pardon, but do you live here?"

"Yes, I do. Is there something I can help you with?"

Myles shook his head. "I'm here to make sure my ward hasn't run off and done something stupid~~er than usual~~. In the mean time, do you know a good pub?"

"Oh yes, certainly! Spike's, just down the way. They serve an excellent pint."

"Thank you." Myles headed out to find the place.

"Quite welcome." Aziraphale smiles at the gentleman as he departs, and then goes back to his chair-plotting.

Once things had calmed at the pub, Yazoo ducked out to see if the bookstore was open. All attempts on the mainland to find these books either yielded up more money than Yazoo had to pay, or they just couldn't get these out of print books.

Word around the town was his man could get or find anything, so Yazoo thought he would give it a chance. Yazoo remembered him from the park and with minor hesitation, entered the store.

Aziraphale notices immediately when Yazoo enters the shop, and he heads up to the front to greet him before the young man can change his mind and leave.

"Good evening, Yazoo. I hope you're well today."

Tilting his head, Yazoo leveled a neutral gaze at the man. It melted into a smile. "Well enough," he said. His attention looked around the front of the store and the number of books in the space.

Aziraphale returns the smile and waves his hand vaguely toward the armchairs. "Would you like some tea? Or are you here to look at the books?"

Yazoo looked at the chairs and shook his head. The chairarms would block his gun hand. "Books," he said.

He didn't see the need to tell him that he'd never had 'tea' before.

Aziraphale smiles. "Of course, my dear. You may browse the shelves if you like. Or I can help you look if there's something specific."

He picks up the tea pot and a mug from the tray. "Do you prefer chocolate?"

"Chocolate," Yazoo's expression lit up. He liked sweets. They usually didn't have the money for sweet things.

Licking at his lips, he unzipped his leather, he pulled out his list of books.

[ooc- Ooh. Appeal to the child in him]

Aziraphale pours a mug of chocolate and drops a handful of marshmallows into it. Smiling, he hands it to Yazoo. "Now, what can I help you find, my dear."

[ooc: Oh, yes, Crowley doesn't have the monopoly on deviousness. Phale's is just more...pleasant.]

Taking the mug, Yazoo looked in it and the white things floating. He took a sip and thought he would melt right there. It was almost as good as sex.

...almost. He gave Aziraphale his paper, smeared with gun oil and grease.

"Blades and Barrels (http://www.collectorsfirearms.com/bk20.htm) by Gordon Frost and The .45-70 Springfield Book I and Book II (http://www.collectorsfirearms.com/book-pair45-70.htm) by Frasca and Hill," he said after another drink from the mug.

[ooc- very cool!]

((ooc: It was almost as good as sex. Hey now. *looks defensive*))

[ooc- Mmmm...never replace you, lover. Never.]

[ooc: Hey! Are you stalking me?]

((ooc: Just getting some reading in between posts. *whistles innocently* Don't be an egotist. Maybe I'm stalking them instead. *points to AC brothers* ;) ))

[ooc: *snicker* All right, but I'll be watching for you.]

Leaving Yazoo to his chocolate, Aziraphale takes the paper over to his inventory book. "I'm afraid this isn't the usual sort of thing I carry, my dear. But I'm happy to place an order for you, if you don't mind waiting a few days."

The white was especially sweet and he walked over to look at container they came from. He almost picked up one when Azirphale spoke to him and he turned suddenly, the hot chocolate sloshiing at bit over his gloved hand.

He frowned, just as much at the mess as at the information that Aziraphale didn't have them either. Shifting the mug to one hand, he licked slowly at the chocolate from his covered fingers.

"No," he said between licks. The last time one of the bookshop owners offered to order them, it cost more than he had. "I don't have the money now."

"Oh, that's quite all right, my dear. I shouldn't think they'd be very expensive. You can pay for them when they come." He pulls a handkerchief from his sleeve and hands it to Yazoo. Taking the mug from him, Aziraphale refills it with chocolate and marshmallows (going a little heavier on the marshmallows this time), and sets it on the counter next to a plate of cookies.

Yazoo took the handkerchief from Aziraphale and wiped at his hand. He shrugged smoothly and walked over to where his mug was taken. His gaze fell on the cookies and he took one, breaking it into pieces. "They were expensive."

Making a notation in his ledger, Aziraphale says, "Well, why don't we order them and see. If they're too expensive, you can always pay for them in installments. Or I can put them up for you until you're ready." He smiles across the counter at Yazoo. "I think you'll be surprised."

Shrugging, Yazoo ate one of the pieces and looked around. There was something very comforting about this place. Like a large soft bed. "If you think," he said. It was Aziraphale's choice to end up eating the cost of the books if Yazoo couldn't pay.

[ooc- and Kadaj is never letting Yazoo and Loz out of his sight again! You are a corrupter!]

With a pleased look, Aziraphale closes the ledger. "You're welcome to browse, my dear. I have quite a collection, I daresay."

[ooc: BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA]

Distracted now, Yazoo picked up his mug, cookie in hand and walked among the books to look at them. Afraid to pull them down to touch, he tilted his head every so often to read a title.

His mouth formed around some words and he set his mug down long enough to pull this particular book down. Le Avventure di Pinocchio ... flipped open and Yazoo thumbed through the book to look at the woodcut illustrations intersperced in the text.

Leaving the young man to explore the shop, Aziraphale gets back to work on his inventory project. As he wanders about reshelving, he occasionally checks in on his guest.

After a little while, he walks up to Yazoo, carrying a tall wooden stool and another mug of chocolate. Smiling, he sets the stool down, places the mug on an empty space on the bookshelf, and goes back up to the front of the shop.

Yazoo leaned against the stool, his attention on the book. It's written in a language he can't read, but the pictures are fascinating. Sipping on the new mug, he flipped through the pages until he got to the end and put the book back.

Finishing his mug, he wandered back to the front and set the empty on the counter. "I should get back."

[ooc-sorry for the delay. sidetracked. but back now.]

Aziraphale hands him a paper sack. "Of course, my dear. Why don't you take these with you. I'll let you know when your books are in, but you're welcome to come by anytime you like." He smiles.

[Inside the bag are about a dozen cookies and a small bag of marshmallows.]

[ooc- np Just glad to know everyone but me wasn't abducted by aliens! :D (the other mun I was RPing with took a break at the same time)]

Stopping to look at the bag, Yazoo stood there for a moment. He wasn't used to this kindness and he stood there quite awkwardly.

Yazoo looked at Aziraphale and tilted his head, a lazy, smile crossing his face. He gave him a nod and left the shop to head to the pub again.

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