#killvize

the scent that follows once someone steps inside the stoker's crypt is not like any another. it's one that immediately makes junichiro feel at ease, tension seeping away from their shoulders, becoming one with the dusty and crumbling shop. it's only natural for them to be so at ease, for they grew up here, between the tall bookshelves, amongst the knick-knacks, and hidden books at every corner. while it's rare to pinpoint any stress on their features in the first place, to those very few who know him well, it is clear how different they become once they are here. it's another reason they prefer to not have any meetings jekyll & hyde related here, save for the files they bring over from time to time. and once they enter, their long and dark trenchcoat swiping the dusty floors, it's also not a surprise to see lucien there. despite decades of knowing each other, and a history junichiro does not like to think without a drink, and certainly not when it's daylight outside — their eyes are cold when they look over the work that the other has done. "did the new shipment arrive?" leaning around the counter, they pick up a box that rattles in their hands. they have a collection of various incense scents, a tradition from their grandfather that adds to the atmosphere. with the flick of their black zippo lighter, they light the end on fire, before blowing it so it can begin to burn slowly. "hope you made space, i think they might add a few dozen more just because they can't sell them."