#mitiscorvus

He held up the paper as he looked at the books. He smiled when he saw a person. “Excuse me.” He quickly went over. “Can you help me find something?”

a cigarette would be nice, and despite his ability to use pyrokinesis, he would rather ask for the fire instead of getting crowded by people who’d ask him HOW IN HELL he’d manage to appear a flame on his hand. he's being careful, especially since dima lacks on social interactions. 

     he should not have come out the manor when the sun had just gone down, but he had noticed the shop the night before ( no, he was not on a hunt back then, just on a stroll through the empty streets ) and could not have helped tell himself he would come back soon. He did not have money to pay for the books he could end up buying, but he hoped he would soon find a solution for his LITTLE problem. Not that it stayed in his mind for too long: walking inside the bookstore and smelling the familiar scent of books was enough to make any other thought go away. Hell, it would have even been able to make him forget about his DAMNATION.

   ❝Hey, what the hell! You just walked through my shot, asshole!❞ That’s certainly one of Break’s weak spots - strangers running through pictures he’s trying to make. And it would’ve been such a perfect one, too, but no. No, now there’s a shadow figure formed like the man in front of him standing in the middle of it. Which doesn’t match one bit. Not at all. 

                      It was a warning more than a request. It was rare for the reaper to be spotted killing, and it carried more troubles than killing one more than necessary.