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Post by Lestat Lioncourt on Mar 24, 2009 13:13:00 GMT -5
Lestat pursed his lips as the memories of the man who punched him lingered. But if he was to find this bloody book he'd have to search every book store in Paris.
Incliuding the one dear Herbert worked in.
Pushing through the door he heard a bell tingle and chuckled to himself as he came up to the counter and screamed at the top of his lungs "Luuuucy I'm hooome! tapped the bell softly.
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Mar 25, 2009 17:21:32 GMT -5
Herbert, in the interim between he and his... ex, if you counted a little less than two days a relationship, seeing one another at the ball and now, had, it seemed, made the final steps toward achieving normal, middle-class domesticity, and then thrown himself into it headlong.
He didn't do much halfway.
At the moment, he was carrying a stack of books from the back room and toward a display, as Aziraphale had requested before going to bed, when he saw that there was already a customer.
When he saw who it was, his assessment quickly changed from "customer" to "intruder".
"Oh, do go away, or I'll wake Zira," Herbert said wearily. "And you know what happened last time you saw him."
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Post by Lestat Lioncourt on Mar 25, 2009 17:31:03 GMT -5
Lestat rolled his eyes and propped his head upon his hands as he set his elbows on the counter "Pshh you shan't bother him Herbert dear, I'm here on business" he looked the man up and down and suppressed a laugh "you're looking rather... shabby."
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Mar 25, 2009 17:34:52 GMT -5
Herbert's eyes narrowed, but he was visibly riled by that last comment.
"Find what you're looking for and get out, will you?"
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Post by Lestat Lioncourt on Mar 25, 2009 18:04:50 GMT -5
Chuckling Lestat straightened up "I couldn't find a full grown man in a tutu in this mess of a store, I'm afraid I'll be needing the help of the clerk."
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Mar 26, 2009 20:45:13 GMT -5
Herbert jerked his head irritably toward a sign that happily informed the reader that We reserve the right to refuse service to anyone in five languages.
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Post by Lestat Lioncourt on Mar 26, 2009 21:31:10 GMT -5
Lestat gave his best impression of a frown "Herrrbert" he whined "if you don't help me, I'll be here forever."
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Mar 26, 2009 22:11:44 GMT -5
Herbert did his best to ignore him.
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Post by Lestat Lioncourt on Mar 26, 2009 22:26:08 GMT -5
"So you want me to stay here forever searching for this book, mon dieu," he threw his hands up in the air "and here I was imagining I could actually get some help" he pouted.
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Mar 26, 2009 22:27:57 GMT -5
"There are literally thousands of other bookshops in this city, Lestat."
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Post by Lestat Lioncourt on Mar 26, 2009 22:46:19 GMT -5
"I've all ready been to twenty others Herbert and none seem to have this book, I came here in hopes- oh and isn't that my problem, hoping" Lestat warned himself not to move any closer to Herbert, he was afraid that the once delicious smelling creature would now smell like the store did.
Which wasn't pleasing in the slightest, like a dusty Chinese antique store.
"The book is called "The Queen of the Damned" and I must have it."
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Mar 26, 2009 22:52:22 GMT -5
"I'll look it up," he relented.
He pushed his hair back from his face- it still wasn't quite long enough to want to stay pulled back- and grudgingly went to the catalog computer.
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Post by Lestat Lioncourt on Mar 27, 2009 0:25:27 GMT -5
Lestat watched Herbert with a sort of morbid curiosity wondering what he had seen in the man before.
"Oh yes..." he muttered "he wasn't a house wife back then."
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Mar 27, 2009 17:18:06 GMT -5
Herbert turned sharply.
"I beg your pardon?"
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Post by Lestat Lioncourt on Mar 27, 2009 18:59:21 GMT -5
"Nothing, nothing just recalling previous affairs" he smiled "have you found it?"
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