Post by ATTICUS RHYS VAUGHAN on Dec 3, 2017 8:47:09 GMT 8
Mornings, Atticus hated mornings. It was the downside to have a bar that doubled as a bookshop, you still could sell books in the morning. Though truth be told most people who were keen on a drink in the morning were people that Atticus didn't mind the thought of being around. After all those were his sort of people.
It took him a moment to get the door open but once in the tap house Atticus set to work getting the day set up. Pearse, his beloved cousin-flatmate-bestfriend was claiming to feel under the weather (Atticus reckoned that maybe there was a lass in his bed or it was because a lass had been in his bed) regardless of what was causing his co-owner to feel ill that day Atticus had agreed to tend the tap house that day.
Since he was starting his day so early it meant he could work on penning a letter to his younger sister. Sometimes Atticus felt more like some sort of older cousin to Amelia, more so than her older brother. Just how many kids could have his parents fit in between the years they spaced him and Amelia - a lot. Nevertheless Atticus adored his younger sister and put forward a good effort to be a part of her life, you know as much as one could when they were a full grown adult and their sister was a teen witch still in school.
Caught up in his letter writing at the bar Atticus almost didn't hear the bell ring above the door as someone enter. He didn't look up right away, instead he finished the line he had been writing before looking up and offering as best a smile as anyone could truly expect from him. "Just let me know if you need anything, books or drinks." Maybe he could have been a bit cheerful but at least he didn't sound as if he was trying to run them out - he just sounded like someone who could have used another few hours of sleep.
It took him a moment to get the door open but once in the tap house Atticus set to work getting the day set up. Pearse, his beloved cousin-flatmate-bestfriend was claiming to feel under the weather (Atticus reckoned that maybe there was a lass in his bed or it was because a lass had been in his bed) regardless of what was causing his co-owner to feel ill that day Atticus had agreed to tend the tap house that day.
Since he was starting his day so early it meant he could work on penning a letter to his younger sister. Sometimes Atticus felt more like some sort of older cousin to Amelia, more so than her older brother. Just how many kids could have his parents fit in between the years they spaced him and Amelia - a lot. Nevertheless Atticus adored his younger sister and put forward a good effort to be a part of her life, you know as much as one could when they were a full grown adult and their sister was a teen witch still in school.
Caught up in his letter writing at the bar Atticus almost didn't hear the bell ring above the door as someone enter. He didn't look up right away, instead he finished the line he had been writing before looking up and offering as best a smile as anyone could truly expect from him. "Just let me know if you need anything, books or drinks." Maybe he could have been a bit cheerful but at least he didn't sound as if he was trying to run them out - he just sounded like someone who could have used another few hours of sleep.
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