( &&. @kittyxkatxmoore )
As James waited for Bunny to get finished with the dress fittings she was holding at some sort of custom, high end shop on the Upper East Side, James sat in a small bookshop, rummaging through the bargain bin (with several snide looks from patrons) as he tried to find a decent mystery novel. He’d tried a kick with western literature, finding it to be more entertaining than anything else, and thought he’d take up a new genre to try in the interim while waiting for Bunny to finish errands he couldn’t follow her on.
“Finger Lickin’ Fifteen? That sounds like a porn.” James muttered, glancing at a book with a flashing red cover before tossing it to the side. “Louisiana Longshot? What’s with Americans and firearms? A Nun in the Closet? It’s really a shame the Catholic Church isn’t more open about homosexuality.”
