#thatcanbedangerous

DO YOU WANNA BUILD A SNOWMAN (instead)

      Gold took his time; maybe he had too much to drink, maybe he shouldn't have bout it from that Bacchus kid in the first place. "Hey! Who are you and what is your business here?" He hadn't seen the man before; either that or his vision was getting blurry from the alcohol.

Ah, there's nothing like a break from the business.

Not that Hermes hated his job, of course. In fact, he loved being a messenger. He gets to run everyday, see the world, delivering things and making people happy... Though he occasionally prank them as well. Hey, the guy can't help it. He's the master of thieves, after all. But as he strode along the streets of the Olympus, his smile was genuine and relieved, glad that he didn't have to stamp postcards or bring goodies to anyone. Just a plain ol' rest. Everyone should have that once in a while.

But his relaxed thought was broken when he bumped into someone, causing his to frown towards the guy. Well, well. What this man was doing at the Market Area of Olympus, the messenger god didn't know. But he certainly knew who he was.

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     Daniel liked bookshops.  They were a hell of a lot more comfortable than places like malls or movie theaters, and the company was almost always more refined, more polite, more intelligent.  As he rifles through the pages of the latest horror novella he's plucked from the shelves, he glances up every so often to look at who's coming through the door.  Sometimes the customers are new, sometimes regulars, and they almost always strike up a conversation with him if they're there for more than two minutes.  Sometimes he even helps them find what they're looking for, as he knows the shelves like the back of his hand, and nearly knows the inventory just as well.

     When a young customer enters the shop, new to the scene and curious looking indeed, Daniel can't help but watch them carefully.  He hates to say he's suspicious of everyone who passes through, but the store's been robbed so frequently that he feels like it's his responsibility to know what people look like in case he has to give a police report later.

   ♦   He kept mumbling to himself. Strings of incoherent words from a dream. It was all too confusing for him to figure out - he didn't even realize that someone had walked up to him.