The library—oh, what a great place it was. Alaric had easily spent most of his time since becoming a Tangler in that library, perusing its admittedly small collection of books. For its size, though, it was impressive just how many genres spanned its ancient shelves. Fantasies, children's books, philosophy... the list goes on and on.
Presently, Alaric found himself hauling books back and forth from his home to the library. The piles of tomes in his house had been climbing and climbing, and the tabby was growing tired of looking at them and having to walk on eggshells in his own home out of the fear that he would tip over a stack and send them all falling like a chain of leather-bound dominoes. No, he was not going to have that. And who knows what kind of gnarly paper-cuts he would get were that to happen?
Alaric was on his fourth trip back home when he noticed one of Selby and Moth's children making his way speedily through the town. The swiftness with which the black kitten strode was somewhat concerning, if Alaric was being honest. It was then that he noticed the tiny box tucked neatly and delicately between his maw. The tabby instinctively found his interests to be piqued due to the sight, and out of a desire to see what would play out, he perched himself just outside the library, allowing just enough space for the kitten to get inside.
The tabby's eyes widened upon seeing the child drop the box and, consequently, its contents spilling out onto the ground. Alaric seized the opportunity to pad over, stating, "What a fall. Allow me to help you." He was pleasantly surprised by the sight of teeth of all things. And tiny ones, too. Where had this child gotten teeth, of all things? He was not mortified, no, merely fascinated by this. Shooting a curious blue stare towards Ivan, he would say, "Where did you get these?"
Presently, Alaric found himself hauling books back and forth from his home to the library. The piles of tomes in his house had been climbing and climbing, and the tabby was growing tired of looking at them and having to walk on eggshells in his own home out of the fear that he would tip over a stack and send them all falling like a chain of leather-bound dominoes. No, he was not going to have that. And who knows what kind of gnarly paper-cuts he would get were that to happen?
Alaric was on his fourth trip back home when he noticed one of Selby and Moth's children making his way speedily through the town. The swiftness with which the black kitten strode was somewhat concerning, if Alaric was being honest. It was then that he noticed the tiny box tucked neatly and delicately between his maw. The tabby instinctively found his interests to be piqued due to the sight, and out of a desire to see what would play out, he perched himself just outside the library, allowing just enough space for the kitten to get inside.
The tabby's eyes widened upon seeing the child drop the box and, consequently, its contents spilling out onto the ground. Alaric seized the opportunity to pad over, stating, "What a fall. Allow me to help you." He was pleasantly surprised by the sight of teeth of all things. And tiny ones, too. Where had this child gotten teeth, of all things? He was not mortified, no, merely fascinated by this. Shooting a curious blue stare towards Ivan, he would say, "Where did you get these?"
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