[by now Dohalim should be used to Lilia popping out of literally no where when he should least expect it; usually he's able to pick up on those small tell-tale signs of his approach. but perhaps he hadn't had enough sleep the night before, or he must have missed it as he starts slightly at the voice behind him. he glances over his shoulder, seemingly unbothered by what should be a serious topic such as "the books".
here we go again, it seems]
And what about them would you like to talk about?
[he sounds rather nonchalant as he moves to light up the shop; they can talk and work at the same time]
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What might be normal is the creaking and rustling, the shuffling in the distance…
And the deep voice from above and behind Dohalim.]
We should talk about the books.
(no subject)
here we go again, it seems]
And what about them would you like to talk about?
[he sounds rather nonchalant as he moves to light up the shop; they can talk and work at the same time]