#||| laura |||

Daken stood in front of the stacked wooden bins of records, carefully thumbing through each and every one. There wasn’t anything he was looking for in particular, but it was a great time-waster as Laura stood next to him, probably less than impressed in Daken’s lack of communication. They stood in silence for a few minutes, the only sound being the music playing overheard, and Daken’s soft appreciative noises when he found someone he recognized. “I’ll give you one old joke to make about me for free. After that, i’m going to hit you as hard as I possibly can.” Daken muttered, tilting his head to the side as he pulled one out of the bin.