[ Opportunity, when given, is always taken. Where there is a door, you must open it. Reed smiles genially, throwing the apple up in the air. It's not a perfect globe— red, shining, but striped with a gradient of yellow — and when he catches it in his palm, he gives a little hum. Like there's reason to be impressed somehow, somewhere.
He takes a bite. The sound seems larger than it should be, that crunch of flat teeth against sour flesh. ]
Do you live here, little mouse? [ He barely even waits for her answer. ] I'm looking for a—
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[ Opportunity, when given, is always taken. Where there is a door, you must open it. Reed smiles genially, throwing the apple up in the air. It's not a perfect globe— red, shining, but striped with a gradient of yellow — and when he catches it in his palm, he gives a little hum. Like there's reason to be impressed somehow, somewhere.
He takes a bite. The sound seems larger than it should be, that crunch of flat teeth against sour flesh. ]
Do you live here, little mouse? [ He barely even waits for her answer. ] I'm looking for a—
[ A pause. Reed hums again, considering. ]
—bookstore, I suppose.