[Despite the early hour, Quentin is already here, sitting in the back with a pile of books in front of him and a notebook open on the table next to his right hand.
It’s... boring. In the creepiest kind of way.
It’s hard not to notice Cole, though. The slow shuffle, the talking to himself, which... fair, is also something Quentin used to. So maybe that’s why he tracks him down at the back of the book store, leaning against the door frame.]
Ii-bodies without souls
It’s... boring. In the creepiest kind of way.
It’s hard not to notice Cole, though. The slow shuffle, the talking to himself, which... fair, is also something Quentin used to. So maybe that’s why he tracks him down at the back of the book store, leaning against the door frame.]
Probably because it’s s locked?