Rare Books Shop, Wednesday

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The 'Open' sign is up at the bookshop. Tea and fish are in the lounge, there's probably a ferret running loose someplace, and Aziraphale is wandering around and might even occasionally be seen.

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BOOKS

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Browse them, read them, buy them if you absolutely must.

Books - Early Evening

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Pippi needed to buy books for gardening class. Since the only repository of books Pippi had found on campus had been the library, where they didn't want you to make notes or doodle in the margins because you had to give them back, she went looking for a bookshop.

Pippi remembered she didn't need to look for one, because she already knew that there was one across town from the Perk. The Muffin Man had called it dreadful, which she took to mean the very best thing since caramel candies, because that's the kind of fellow he was.

So she and Old Man clop clop clopped their way to the bookshop. And when they got there she hopped down with a sadly empty looking backpack on her shoulder. She reached out to see if the door was open.

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The door appears to be locked, but as Pippi pulls her hand away, it opens from inside. A middle-aged blond man in a beige suit is standing in the doorway, smiling.

"Do come in, my dear," he says, with a quick smile for the horse parked outside. "Is there something I can help you with?"

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The horse nods a the man and clops over to a grassy patch to wait out the shopping trip.

The girl looks up at him with big green eyes, he clothing is colorful except for her shoes, which are both black, well worn, and entirely to large, she sports a pair of mis-matched (wait for it) long stockings held up, apparently, by garters. Her hair needs no introduction.

"Thank you." she says entering the shop past him, "I need books. So naturally I came here."

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Aziraphale chuckles. "Well my dear, you've come to the right place. Is there something in particular you're looking for, or would you like to just browse a bit?"

He closes the door and follows her into the shop. The front area is filled with bookcases -- against the walls as well as lined up freestanding. There are a few glass-fronted cabinets as well. Most of the books have the appearance of being rather old. An open doorway leads into what looks like a sitting area, with several comfortable-looking chairs, a long couch, and a fireplace. Sitting on the couch is a dark-haired man typing at a laptop computer.

Re: Books - Early Evening

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If he looks up at her Pippi smiles at the Dark-haired man, if not, she does not disturb his work. 'Cause it's probably important.

She shows Aziraphale her Cultivation and Gardening Syllabus (http://www.livejournal.com/users/jquayle/7528.html), "I'm looking for any or all of these." she says.

She lets Aziraphale look over the list and peers around the shop. "This place is delightful!" she says, "Very cozy, it kinda reminds me of Villa Villekulla."

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"I'm pleased you like it," he answers, with a warm smile. "Why don't you sit down and have a cup of tea -- or cocoa -- while I look these up in my inventory? There are gingersnaps as well, if you can pry them away from the good doctor in there."

The dark-haired man looks up with a smile for Pippi, waving a welcoming hand toward the platter of cookies, and then goes back to his work.

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"That sounds lovely thank you." She sat down on the edge of the seat and took a ginger snap. If Mr Neilson wasn't still sick from eating all that chocolate the day before, now is about the time he would destroy something and make the day more interesting. Luckily for the book shop, Mr. Neilson loved chocolate.

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Aziraphale flips through his inventory book, checking the titles on Pippi's list. "I do wish the teachers would send me their booklists before classes begin," he murmurs in a voice that doesn't really sound all that perturbed. After a few minutes, he heads off to check the shelves.

While he's doing that, a little furry creature with dark eyes scrambles out from underneath the couch and up the side of Pippi's chair. It perches on the arm and wiggles its nose at her.

Re: BOOKS - Late Afternoon (before Pippi)

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Yazoo was getting tired of being treated like an invalid. He wasn't. He was feeling much better but Loz and Kadaj made him sit down while they worked on CJ's car. Which didn't last long at all before he wandered off.

Walking into town was when Yazoo realized that perhaps he should have taken his bike. Not that he was ready to fall over, but his side was pulling a bit and throbbing a tad from the pain. Manageable, and more of an irritation than anything, but there.

He was going to head to the pub and maybe work on the basement when he passed by Aziraphale's shop. Stopping to look in the window to see if the dark man was in and not finding him, he waffled about whether to go in or not.

Re: BOOKS - Late Afternoon (before Pippi)

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Passing by the shop window on his way to reshelves an armful of books, Aziraphale notices Yazoo standing outside. Smiling, he shifts the books so that he can open the door.

"Do come in, Yazoo. You know you're always welcome here."

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Looking down at his empty hands, Yazoo shrugged and followed Aziraphale into the shop. "I didn't bring any jelly beans," he said simply.

He stood in the shop and took a breath, letting it out slowly. If he admitted it, Yazoo would say he had missed being in the shop among the books.

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"Then you'll just have to come back and visit again some time," Aziraphale answers cheerily. He sets the stack of books on a randomly chosen shelf.

"Are you looking for books, or just here for the cocoa?"

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Yazoo looked at his boots and shrugged. "Both?" He gave a brief smile to Aziraphale and looked around the bookshelves. "I'm bored."

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Aziraphale chuckles. "Come in and be un-bored then, my dear." He waves Yazoo toward the lounge, following him in and pouring him a cup of cocoa.

"Do grab a book if you'd like to read for a bit. And oh! I'd nearly forgotten. I'd like you to name (http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a29/danaedark/redangeldiscusbase.png) one (http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a29/danaedark/RAMcichlidbase.png) of (http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a29/danaedark/orangeflashbase.png) my (http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a29/danaedark/bluediscusbase.png) fish (http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a29/danaedark/blackmollybase.png). There are still two without names -- the white and yellow one, and the orange-finned black one -- if you'd like to choose." He nods toward an aquarium that's been set up against the wall.

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Seeing the fish, Yazoo found himself drawn and he went over to look at them closer. He sank down to his heels and stared in the tank to watch as the fish swam lazily through the water. "What are the names of the others?"

AZIRAPHALE

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More advice and butterscotches, as usual.

WILSON'S SPOT ON THE COUCH

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There's probably a doctor with a gingersnap fetish hanging around here somewhere.

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The gingersnap fetish was the least of his collection but we won’t talk about that in a PG thread setting.

Wilson’s alarm had gone off and though he had every intention in the world of getting up and being a productive member of something somewhere, he’d found himself a tad tired not to mention a bit achy in all the OMGfantastic sex sorta ways. So he’d turned the annoying little buzz off and stuffed his head under the pillows for some more sleep.

Later that morning, accepting that he had to get up and mobile, the young doctor had pulled himself together, amazing what a hot shower could do for achy muscles and wandered down to the shop. He was going to work on his paper and simply, be a bump on the couch for the day.

He’d made himself a comfortable little nest and was busy trying to work, really, when a certain furry head and twitchy nose made itself known. At first, Wilson had acknowledged the baby ferret’s presence with a grin but continued to work, however Pogo seemed to want to play. When Wilson showed a distressing lack of interest in playing, Pogo upped the stakes.

Which was how it came to pass that the quiet serenity of the shop was broken by a thud, a yelp, the chatter of a triumphant ferret, the skittering of little weasel feet and a shout from the young doctor.

“Pogo! You don’t eat gingersnap cookies! Give that back!”

There was a more skittering, the scamper of sock covered feet, a ferret like chitter of triumph, a masculine yelp and then a somewhat impressive >CRASH< with the subsequent thuds of books dropping down on a body.

Phale didn’t want to look…he honest to HIM didn’t want to look.

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If angels facepalmed, that what Aziraphale would be doing right now. Instead, he shakes his head and, with an amazing attitude of calm -- considering the ruckus that was just heard -- he walks into the shop.

"James dear," he asks politely, "what are you doing?"

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Upon hearing the angel's voice -and being a smart little ferret Pogo knew good and well who 'daddy' was- the baby weasle cavorted over towards the angel and looked up at him sweetly, gingersnap cookie crumbs hanging from his tiny whiskers.

Itwasn'tmeDadI'magoodlittleferretandthestrangemanwaschasingmeandandandI'mCCUUUUUUTTTTEEE

Wilson was upended like an unfortunate turtle -with really long jean clad legs- under a small bookcase, where he'd gone to make a hard turn only to have his sock covered feet slip and he'd slid into the base of the bookcase, tipping it over and emptying the top couple of shelves on himself.

"Well...ah...you see, I really felt an urge to quote something from ah..." grabbing a book he peered at the title. "The Good Wife's Guide to Animal Husbandry...and...oh for the love of, I was chasing that little gingersnap stealing thief and I slipped."

Pogo, at that point, sort of hiccupped...or perhaps he burped.

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Chuckling, Aziraphale kneels down and scoops up the little ferret, dropping him into his jacket pocket. Then pulls the bookcase upright and leans it back into place, reaching down a hand to help Wilson.

"So...you went careening through my shop because Pogo stole a cookie?"

His amused, slightly scolding tone is belied however by the fact that he checks the young doctor over carefully, to be certain he's not injured.

Pogo pokes his head out of the pocket where he's now hiding and twitches his nose at Wilson.

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Waiting until Phale had the bookcase back up in place, Wilson took the angel's hand and stood up, making no effort really to ignore the pleasure at having him near. Standing still for the gentle checking, which yeilded only a dented dignity, Wilson eyed the keen little black masked face peeking from the safety of Phale's pocket.

"I was eating it at the time. As in had it in my teeth and was about to go crunch when all of a sudden a second set of jaws was on the other side and then...poof...no cookie."

Looking back at the mess, Wilson gave Phale a rueful little glance as he turned to start carefully picking up the books.

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Aziraphale really can't help laughing at the image of little Pogo stealing a cookie right out of the doctor's mouth.

Helping Wilson stack the books back onto the shelves he says, "I'm terribly sorry, James. I'll keep a closer eye on him, and keep him from bothering you. Please, do go back to your work. I'll take care of this."

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Ah there it was, Phale's laughter. Wilson smiled contentedly, as that was worth all the aches in the world to him, to hear the angel's joy. Wrapping an arm gently around the other man's waist to hug him briefly, Wilson turned to at least help gather everything.

"It's all right...it was just the audacity but I think what he wanted more than the cookie was simply to play."