As he steps through the door, Rhys feels as though he's stepped back in time. Back to when humans only lived on Earth. Even the ancient Eridian vaults had had more technology than this! The place smells the way he remembers his grandparents' house smelling.
Old.
He sneers at the carpet in disgust, too busy wondering if this man had any capital to start the bookstore to peruse the actual books. He brushes dust off his jacket sleeve, almost as if he's offended. What was a place like this doing on Eden-V? Did anyone actually ever shop here? He couldn't even imagine it.
The moment this Andrew steps out from the back, Rhys's attention is on him. The man definitely doesn't dress like anyone from Eden-V. He doesn't dress like anyone from any of the Edens, or even from this galaxy. Despite this, Rhys tries to soften his face so that he doesn't offend the shop owner.
"What kind of shop is this, anyways? How are you still in business?" As if Rhys has any right to ask. "I can't imagine anyone stays very long, not after they see how disgusting this place is."
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Old.
He sneers at the carpet in disgust, too busy wondering if this man had any capital to start the bookstore to peruse the actual books. He brushes dust off his jacket sleeve, almost as if he's offended. What was a place like this doing on Eden-V? Did anyone actually ever shop here? He couldn't even imagine it.
The moment this Andrew steps out from the back, Rhys's attention is on him. The man definitely doesn't dress like anyone from Eden-V. He doesn't dress like anyone from any of the Edens, or even from this galaxy. Despite this, Rhys tries to soften his face so that he doesn't offend the shop owner.
"What kind of shop is this, anyways? How are you still in business?" As if Rhys has any right to ask. "I can't imagine anyone stays very long, not after they see how disgusting this place is."