Karma's bookstore
He was stuck in a strange world as usual, waiting for is ship to be repaired. There are so many things he hates about this particular planet: the overcrowding, yet the solitude, makes him feel mad. It's like if all the humans who live here were zombies, or that's what it looks like Nobody talks. They just... walk until they reach their jobs. Production is the only thing that matters here. So when he first opened the door of the bookstore of Karma he thought it was an hallucination, but his constant visits told him it was not an ilusion: in this world where art is not important, she spends all her time surrounded by books, drawings and esoteric elements.
The pheasant smiles as he open the door. Finding the girl in her own store is somehow difficult, but she will appear as usual without him calling her. He doesn't really know what would he like to buy here today, Karma will find something good by herself, and maybe a random drawing will appear between the pages of the book when he is reading it, little things that make him return over and over again.
The stairs make a sound when he reaches the second floor taking a look at those classic novels she had rescued from who-knows-where, some random abandoned building for sure. There are some Teru teru bouzu things hanging from the ceiling poking his crest for being that tall, but he doesn't really mind: it's her store after all.
So he keeps taking a look by himself trying to decide what to choose between all those random titles he has not read yet until she appears, charming as ever, to offer him her help.
