On All Things Human [Arthur/Mia]
Oct 9, 2017 15:18:14 GMT -5
Post by Arthur Kirkland on Oct 9, 2017 15:18:14 GMT -5
Today was an extremely busy day at The Retrouvius Society, mostly with the flow of humans through the shop to look through the vast collection of odds and ends, some people stopped by to tickle their intrigue with usually taboo machinations while others were regulars who had very specific items that they needed to obtain, most of which were special orders that they’d arranged with Arthur, the proprietor. The shop held a certain aura that drew the curious, with thick leather books that seemed to be misplaced from a different era, wood carvings, crystals, various bottles of scented oils, herbs, and spices said to contain unique properties, along with strange baubles and trinkets that were simply meant to look pretty and dazzle young recipients. Even the décor held an old-world charm with the scarlet drapery alongside large, clear windows, and small spiral staircases in the corners of the shop for customers to browse through the second floor maze of books.
The usually meticulously put-together proprietor was a bit frazzled today. His charcoal tie was a tad bit loose around his neck, the collar a little wrinkled beneath his vest, and the sleeves of his dress shirt had been secured at the elbows as he aided in getting a few of the heavier items. Arthur’s reading glasses were nestled constantly in place as he frequently needed to document and bookkeep his customer purchases and receipts, fill out new orders for items that were low in inventory, and write out correspondences from others requesting information about some of his products.
It finally died down toward the end of the day, when most of Arthur’s more decidedly human customers had left. The occasional mythic would make their presence known around this time due to the lessened crowds, either to pick up an order of items that were never talked about openly or to inquire about Arthur procuring an item for them, be it something that could be considered contraband in their world or was simply too unique to be considered of much value in this world, and thus, was hard to find in any old shop. As the early evening started to approach and the streetlamps were beginning to glow, Arthur ensured that the soft yellow lamps were turned on all throughout the shop. He only had a few customers left, browsing the area, but he left them to their wanderings as he completed some of the paperwork at his desk. He had a pot of black tea being kept warm there and he infrequently refilled his cup to keep himself alert.
Eventually, the wanderers made their way out of the shop and it was quiet for a few lovely moments. Arthur had his first real break for the day, so he decided to open the window closest to his desk and light a cigarette, enjoying the brief warmth that it gave him. He did enjoy his work, he really did; but these quiet moments were perfect immediately after the busy times. After a moment, Arthur stood from his desk, trying to straighten out his wrinkled shirt, and made his way over to the part of the shop that housed his many books, browsing for one to glance through in order to pass the little remaining time that the shop was open.
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tag // @thatbambikid
notes // come, interrupt his quiet moment missy uvu